My Darlings and I have been touring Europe for the past three weeks and still have a week to go.
I don't know if Europe can handle any more and I am nervous to check with the CNN when we get home. We could be headline news for any number of traffic violations, mysterious crimes and/or garbage sorting debacles.
Salzburg (or was it Sweden?) was short on beer for several days when Pinky ordered 30 litres of draft after which we had to funicular down the mountain so Pigeon could hide in the cemetery with Maria and the Von Tramps.
We may or may not have caused a Slovenian horse to be briefly hospitalized and we are likely the only tourists in Bled to have witnessed the rarely seen "Giant Dogs" of the lake. High times.
We have eaten veal tongues and pickled leeks, 500 pizzas and 4 million olives.
I have been up nights waiting for the carbonara (Carabinieri for those of your who prefer police to red sauce - though wouldn't it be molto bene if the police arrived WITH a tasty red sauce? Much less intimidating and far more civilized......) to arrive, pounding at the door with hand-cuffs at the ready. I am sure we are currently on Europe's Most Wanted list. When we arrived back at our car-park after we darlinged Venice, our rental car was mysteriously surrounded with red tape and messages.....the sign of a violent crime perhaps? An international search for me and SHE because we filled our purses with the cute Nutella packets in Austria? Maybe I was not meant to keep the soft, red slippers our boutique hotel had given and they'd called out the dogs? (or Shetland ponies....it is hard to tell in Europe. Especially when the donkey's here say "eeeeee, eeeee, eeeeee!" instead of "Hee-Haw"like Canadian donkeys do)
It's hard to say what will happen next.....we are on our second week in Praiano and the villagers are getting restless. My pockets aren't big enough for all of the cute, little old men we want to take home and our suitcases runneth over with the gorgeous things. I don't think it could be possible for another human being to have more fun than I have been having but hopefully everyone can experience such joy at some point in their lives. I do feel sadly for poor Margaret, our GPS who has spent most of her time in a drunken stupor in the trunk, desperately trying to get us to take the 4th exit to Wallersee, but you can't win 'em all.