Sheep Guarding Llama

It was great waking up in Neive this morning.  We were up nice and early after having slept in comfortable beds and air conditioning that really worked.  It is amazing how important a nice, cold room can be after weeks of being way too warm every night.  We are getting spoiled on the luxury here in the Langhe region of the Cuneo province in Piemonte, Italy.

We picked this particular region of Piemonte, that is the Langhe, because of research that I had done ahead of time back home for months attempting to determine the most likely place that we would want to live in Italy based on many factors.  The Langhe really seemed to be the ideal combination of factors for us.  It is up north so that we would have easy access to most of Europe and the rest of Italy is not far away either.  The Alps are about two hours away, as is France and Switzerland, the Lake District is easily accessibly, three major cities in Italy are nearby (Torino, Milano and Genova) and the Mediterranean coast is just over an hour away.  Hard to beat those numbers.  Real estate is reasonable, the scenery is incredible and the food is out of this world plus it is the heart of the wine district as well as famous for cheeses and truffles.

So today we are on foot and set to explore Neive.  Our hotel sits right at the base of the western entrance to the historic town on the hill so it is really easy for us to walk up to the old town and if we want to go to the new town we can walk straight over the hill to get there pretty quickly too.  That is the same walk that we did yesterday except without the luggage in tow today.

We hung out with the Norwegians at breakfast this morning.  Their son is the same age as Luciana – born on the very same day – so he and the girls have a good time playing.  We even moved from the breakfast room out to the terrace for the incredible views and the kids played on the terrace (the main hotel terrace, not the one for our room) and played going up and down the front driveway as it is slanted and has a long stairway beside it and the little ones like to climb up and down it.

After breakfast we came back to the room for just a little bit and Dominica took care of some laundry stuff as she is dropping it off today to have it done.  No one was at the desk so she just dropped it off and we took off on foot to go see Neive.  We did see the girl from Europacar this morning when she was dropping off a Fiat 500 and we discussed how much it would cost to get a car for us for the week. The price was pretty high and we had some questions about it so we are going to look into it this evening and get back with her tomorrow if we decide to get it.  We have learned that having a car here in Neive is pretty much a necessity which we had no idea of when we first decided on this location.  We were thinking that trains and buses would take care of us getting around the region but that was a gross misunderstanding of the local public transportation network.  There are no trains and the buses are pretty tough to use.

The walk up the hill really was about ten minutes and very easy.  We walked around the historic town center in Neive which was very cool.  This is a very small, traditional Piemonte hill town with the very cool little piazzas here and there in a very old village center.  There is a self-guided tour around town using a free guide that you can pick up at the municipal building.  There are numbered historic stops which are an easy walk around, each with a nice, simple historical marker in several languages, including English, making it very easy for nearly anyone to teach themselves about the history of Neive.  I really love how European towns do this.  Some American towns do but very few and almost none do it as well as the average town in Europe.  Every little, out of the way little town anywhere in Europe appears to have taken the time to have documented its history and made it accessible to any visitor.  You can safely stop just about anywhere and be sure that you will get an interesting history, art and cultural lesson.

We did the walking tour, a bit out of order, and took a number of pictures around town.  It was a bit hot today but not too bad.  The old historic town center is really cool and easily walkable.  We did it in about an hour.  Then we headed back to the side where we had come in to town so that Liesl and Luciana could spend some time on the playground there.

When we first arrived at the playground Liesl was the only one using it.  Dominica and I took turns checking out the little chapel there.  It was pretty interesting.  Then I took a walk behind town and got to check out the vineyards there.  When I got back the little playground was full of kids and ringed with adults eating their lunches.  Apparently this is a popular spot with the locals.

Since the playground was crowded we decided to talk a walk down to the “new” town to see what we could find there since we had some basic shopping that needed to be done.  So we started hiking back down the hill that we had so laboriously climbed yesterday.  Dominica and Liesl took the steps down – the way that we had climbed yesterday (the Via dei Tigli as Google Maps had called it acting as if it was a road) and Luciana and I took the long way around, since she was in the stroller, climbing around the side of town, going through two additional piazzas and then down the looping Via Roma on the far side of town to eventually meet up with Dominica and Liesl down near to the bottom of the hill.  Nothing like yesterday but still a serious walk.

We did some walking around in the new part of town but we hit that time of day when everything closes in Italy.  Having heard about this repeatedly in preparing to travel we were not totally surprised but being American it is pretty hard to actually internalize the fact that the entire country of Italy grinds to a complete and total halt in the middle of the afternoon – nothing happens.  Nothing.  Shops close up and everyone goes home.  So completely the opposite of the American mindset.  That they close at all is amazing.  That they close at the exact time when the majority of people could be patronizing their businesses is the really amazing thing.  The opportunity to serve the tourists at the exact moment that they need it most is missed and no one seems to care, which I have read, but it is hard to believe.

We couldn’t do the shopping that we had wanted to do so instead we went looking for some food.  We found a place called the Grillo (or something like that) which was a little cafe on the side of town so we stopped in and checked it out.  We went for salads and pasta.  Dominica got a normal, mixed greens salad.  I ended up with a really amazing rice salad, which was not at all what we were expecting.  Both salads had tuna in them which seems to be an obsession all over the parts of Europe that we have visited.  Tuna seems to be eaten much more here than it is back home.  This works out well as I really like tuna.  The rice salad was totally amazing.  I can’t believe how much I liked it.  The pastas were okay, nothing special.  We got one pasta with a pesto and one with cheese.  Both were too salty.  But lunch was pretty decent and the price was good.  I would have been a lot happier with two salads, though.

After lunch we walked through town and took the route around the hill, rather than over it, to get back to the hotel.  This took us along the Via XX Semtembre which showed us all new parts of town including an entire stretch that appears to have been abandoned, for the most part.  Very odd.  It was a long, hot stretch back to the hotel.  We were quite sweaty and worn out once we returned.

Upon returning to the hotel we learned that there had been a massive miscommunication over the laundry.  Without going into too many details, Dominica thought that she was dropping off laundry for a laundry service and the hotel manager thought that the laundry was being sent out (I’m not even sure of what everyone had thought) but the result was that all of our laundry (basically all of the clothes that we have in Europe) had gone to the cleaners who is closed today and they won’t be able to get them done until Saturday leaving us with nothing to wear except for the clothes that we just got really sweating for the next two additional days.

The miscommunications ended up in an argument of apologies being taken the wrong way and all kinds of confusion.  It was really bad and Dominica was incredibly upset.  We had a really rough afternoon and were not sure if we needed to leave the hotel.  One of the big risks of traveling in a foreign country where you have no grasp of the local language is that even the smallest of surprises can result in big miscommunications.  So much body language and facial expressions and tone are used to imply intent rather than actual words that surprise can dramatically interrupt the communications process and cause real problems.

So after writing a lengthy apology and explanation via Google Translate, Dominica left me to watch the kids while they napped in the afternoon and she hiked back up over the hill and down into town on the far side to do some shopping both for the things that we were not able to get earlier in the day and also to find flowers for the hotel owner.  The other thing about traveling in Europe is that hotel stays are often very personal things and nothing like the impersonal experience typical of an American hotel where there is effectively no interaction with the staff and you pretty much never meet, or knowingly meet, the owner(s).

Dominica got back and we spent some time trying to relax and get things done around the hotel.  She had dropped off her note and flower at the desk before getting back to the room, but no one had been around.  We were in the room for probably an hour before the hotel owner arrived with wine for us.  Dominica knew just what to do and had turned a bad situation around and everyone was happy.  Sometimes good friends are only made of good arguments.  So we got to sample the local white wine, Moscato d’Asti.  We have now tried two of the four local wines made in Neive.

Around eight we got the girls ready, and pretty soon we were heading off to dinner.  We decided that tonight we were just going to walk up to the top of town (the third time today for Dominica) and see what we could find.  We had heard from the Norwegians that there was some good food up there so we wanted to try it out especially as the ambiance up there would be far better than what there would be in the new town which is not all that nice.

There were plenty of restaurants to choose from up in historic Neive but most were pretty expensive and a bit fancy for us traveling with the girls.  We ended up finding DeGusto which, coincidentally, was where our proprietress has recommended last night before offering to deliver pizzas.  We had meant to look for this place but had been confused as to where it was located so were pleasantly surprised to find it here, where we wanted to eat, and finding it to be reasonably priced.  So in we went and we were able to score a table on the patio out back looking onto the small piazza on which it sat.  They were pretty slow with just two other tables occupied out on the patio and one inside.  It is a small place but everywhere in Italy appears to be small.  I am confused as to how the economics of restaurants in Italy works.

We explained to our waitress, whom I am pretty sure is a co-owner of the restaurant, that we were vegetarian and she worked through the menu with us and offered some options.  We ended up getting two of the same meal… insalata russa as a first course, tajarin pasta with butter and safe for the second course and panna cotte for dessert along with the chef’s recommendation for Barbaresco wine to go with the meal.  Everything was excellent!  We could not believe how good insalata russa is. This we could only compare to potato salad with tuna and peas.   Really tasty.  Our waitress explained that this was a traditional local dish and she grew up with her mother making it just like this.  Amazingly delicious.

We also discovered that tajarin, a local style pasta of thin egg noodles, with butter and sage, while simple, is simply delicious.  One of our favourite pastas and while unheard of back in the States is very common here with every local restaurant having some sort of pasta, often ravioli, with butter and sage as the sauce on its menu.

The panna cotte was especially good – covered in caramel.  I had not realized but Piemonte is the traditional home of panna cotte so you can get it everywhere here and it is really special.  We really enjoyed our entire dinners.  I have to note that the bread sticks were amazing too.  We just kept eating them.  Liesl pretty much ate nothing but bread sticks.

For the girls we got a type of pasta, whose name I forget, that was essentially smaller than usual gnocchi with a simple tomato sauce.  Liesl declined to try it but Luciana just gobbled it up.  What Liesl did not eat Dominica and I were happy to take care of.

Dinner tonight ranks as one of our lifetime culinary highlights.  Really amazing food in every course in a great setting.  The only downside, as with nearly all Italian eating, is the amount of time consumed.  We would not care so much but with little children it is really, really hard to have dinner take three hours.  From the time that we asked for the check until we were able to leave was nearly forty minutes alone!

It was about eleven in the evening when we got back to the hotel.  Maybe as much as a quarter after.  The hotel owner was waiting up for us to let us in.  We felt bad about that.  We had not intended to be out so late.  We went to dinner at eight, the normal time we have been lead to believe, for the area and we ate and returned as quickly as we could and this is how long it took going to one of the most nearby restaurants.  A bit of a problem, I guess.

It took a bit to get the girls calmed down and ready for bed.  We are really struggling with them at bed time.  Luciana really needs to have her own room, or at least a separate room, so that she can go to bed in the dark, in silence without having anything to distract her.  She is so good at going to bed back home.  On the road she is a total disaster ever since Nottingham where she had her own space.  She can share a room with Liesl without a problem since they do not go to bed at the same time.

We have decided that we have pretty much seen Neive and that tomorrow we should rent a car as has been recommended to us and I will attempt driving in Europe.  Without a car we are just not going to get a chance to see the local area to any degree and we will just miss out on way too much.  We checked with our credit card companies and found that American Express, while offering great coverage for insurance for rental cars, does not provide this coverage in Italy, rather a big surprise.  On the other hand, Visa does provide that coverage.  So it is just a matter of choosing the right card tomorrow.

Our first full day in Piemonte and, while full of “adventure”, we are really liking Piemonte.  The food is amazing, the scenery is amazing and if the weather is any indication that is pretty good too.  Piemonte has been, from the very beginning of our research, the place that we thought would be most likely to be right for us for the long term and so far it is proving to live up to expectations.  It has some steep competition from the German Rhine and Tuscany, not to mention western Austria in the lake country, but Piemonte has a lot to offer in price, culture, food, wine, accessibility and effectiveness for friends and family to come use.  So we are really looking forward to getting in the car and finding out more about what is around us tomorrow.

I am writing today’s update while riding the Trenitalia from Montecatini to Genova as we zip along the Mediterranean coast. Hill towns, seaside villages, rolling farms, ancient churches and defensive towers zip by the windows as we fly along. Luciana is sleeping in her Ergo Carrier that Dominica is wearing and Liesl is quietly sitting in her seat directly across from me at our table playing with her seven ponies, six My Little Ponies and “Raspberry Sparkle” that is a different kind of pony that she got in Bern a few weeks ago. The only major My Little Pony that Liesl does not own yet is Rainbow Dash. She has quite a large collection and they all have to play together all of the time.

After having stayed up late writing and uploading pictures last night I slept in until seven thirty this morning. Actually Luciana got me up at seven while Dominica was in the shower and Liesl was still sleeping but she was happy to be picked up out of her pack and play that was at the foot of our bed and lifted into bed with me where she snuggled until Dominica got out of the shower.

It was seven thirty when I got up and got into the shower to get ready for the day and about a quarter after eight when we went down as a family to eat breakfast in the hotel’s restaurant. Before we even went in to breakfast the hotel owner stopped us and took Luciana with her so that we could enjoy our breakfast without Luciana going crazy like she did yesterday. Luciana thought that this was great – hanging out with someone new in the lobby of the hotel meeting all of the hotel guests as they checked out.

We ate breakfast with the Columbia University basketball team who have been staying at the hotel at the same time as us. They are currently 4 wins, zero losses in an international competition that they have been playing. They’ve already been several places like Barcelona and Rome and are heading off to Venice today by bus.

We enjoyed our peaceful breakfast. Luciana was away for at least half an hour if not more. Occasionally we would see Luciana’s happy face pass by the restaurant door. She is such a silly, social girl.

After breakfast we packed up the last of the hotel room and checked out. We talked to the hotel owner for a bit before leaving. We have only been here for two days but already we feel like family. Kisses as we leave – only in Italy.

The walk to the train station is only about five minutes. It was just nine thirty when we arrived and our train was the ten o’ five local “milk” train to Viareggio on the coast. So we had some time to kill and two trains would run through before ours would come. So I ran out for coffee while Dominica and the girls sat at the little station waiting for the train to come.

Finding coffee to take away in Italy is actually pretty hard. The combination of so many shops being closed at any particular moment and coffee being espresso which is very unusual to get “to go” (rather like getting a shot of tequila in a “to go” cup) means that running into a café, even if you find one, is unlikely to score you coffee. I ran past several closed cafes and made it all of the say to the middle of town before jumping over one street and heading back via a different path and luckily stumbling on an odd coffee shop in the pedestrian district there. I ran in and had a hurried and confusing conversation in a place with no English speakers trying to explain that I wanted the bizarre idea of take away espresso. There was a lot of gesturing and head shaking but we figured it out and off I went with our coffee.

Something that might strike Americans as odd – in fact I’m pretty confident that this is extremely odd to anyone in North America and even much of the world – is that coffee “to go” in Italy, since it is espresso, does not get dispensed in insulated coffee cups but instead in little, tiny plastic “shot glasses” much like Americans would use for wheat grass shots at a juice bar or smoothie shop. Very different from what we are used to . We first encountered this on the train from Venice to Florence but figured that it was the result of it being a train, but now I see that this is the usual method for getting coffee “to go” and they even have snap on lids to make it easy.

To most of the world used to brewed coffee, the idea of take away in a simple plastic cup is unthinkable because you would burn yourself continuously. But this is not a problem in Italy. The secret is that Italian coffee is brewed far, far cooler than American coffee. Even I, who drinks and eats everything much cooler than a normal person including Dominica and my father, can slam down a shot of Italian coffee without any problem at all. This, I found surprising, after reading the “Under the Tuscan Sun” books where the drinking of burning hot coffee was listed over and over again as one of those amazing things that Italians do but now I realize that in actuality the average American, waiting ten minutes before imbibing their coffee, is actually drinking their coffee dramatically hotter than Italians slamming it down moments out of the machine. Many Americans, like Dominica, would consider Italian espresso to be marginally cold.

It is also worth noting that amazing Italian coffee, consistently considered to be the finest in the world even by countries well known for their excellent coffee like Austria, is very cheap in Italy. On the first train we took it was free. In Montecatini it was just one Euro per cup. On the SBB, for example, it was four Euros! In most of the German world it was between three and five Euros for coffee.

While at the hotel this morning I took the time to ask the owner about the Caffee New York that we saw at every single coffee shop in town. We were very confused by this. She explains that the Bar New York was a local bar in Montecatini that roasted their own coffee that because locally famous and then, a few years ago, won a competition for the best coffee in the world. So it is a point of local pride that no one serves any coffee but Caffee New York. That it is called New York is just an odd coincidence that the coffee is named after the bar – which we saw as it was around the corner from the hotel. It really is excellent coffee.

So we drank our coffee quickly – you only get a few sips before it is gone anyway – and soon we were on the first train for the day, the local running from Firenze to Viareggio. In Montecatini we were actually quite a bit closer to the coast than it felt like we were and the trip was under an hour on the slow, frequently stopping local train.

The first train ride went pretty easily. We were stuck sitting one of us in front of the other again just because of which seats were available when we got on board. Liesl sat with me, Luciana was sleeping away in the Ergo carrier with Dominica already having fallen asleep at the first train station.

The ride through Tuscany was really cool. So many mountains and so many beautiful hill towns along the way. The Apennines are far taller mountains than I had ever imagined. I always pictured Tuscany as being so much more “rolling” than it is. It is actually real mountains.

It was less than an hour to Viareggio, the small coastal city on the Mediterranean used as the crossing point for the north-south trains and the east-west trains. Here we got off and had to wait about fifteen or twenty minutes before the northbound train picked us up and we were whisked along the coast towards Genova.

From Viareggion Tuscany falls away almost immediately with Liguria starting along the coast quite quickly.  Just after La Spezzia suddenly, and only for a brief moment, the tunnel opens up and you are given a glimpse of the most beautiful Mediterranean scene from the train’s position on a rocky ledge.  Unbelievable.  I hope that I can always remember that moment.  There is no way to really describe just how beautiful the Italian Riveria is along the southern Ligurian coast.

Within minutes we were in the Cinque Terre which we have been studying, thanks to Rick Steves, for about a year.  We had really thought that we would be going there on this trip and would have been stopping there today but we changed our itinerary after getting an idea of just how incredibly busy we are and how painful every extra stop really is.  The Cinque Terre was simply one of those locations that had to be cut.  It would have been a really bad location for the children as well.  But going past and managing to get a look at most of the Cinque Terre towns from the train and knowing them so well that we could identify most of them by sight definitely makes us sad that we are not stopping.

We were glued to the windows all of the way along the Ligurian coast (the Italian Riviera.)  The train ride passed by in what seemed an instant.  Liesl was playing this funny game where she would watch out the window when the view was there and anytime that we were in a tunnel she would eat cookies.  So she would ask for one but then the tunnel would stop and she would say “No, I can only eat it in the tunnel.” and wait for the next tunnel to start.  Adorable.

We got to Genova and found a train heading to Asti.  That went decently smoothly.  The train to Asti was mostly unremarkable.  We did note that the trip was extremely rural, much more so than we would have guessed, and that the ride was almost entirely through very flat, boring farmland.  We had no idea that there was area like this in Italy and if you had shown it to me and asked me to guess where it was I would have thought several regions of Italy before guessing southern Piedmont.  From Genova the train goes almost straight north to Alessandria and then turns due west to go to Asti.  The ride was so boring that Dominica was getting pretty nervous about the area in which we were going to be staying.

We got off in Asti and are done with trains for a while.  We are heading out into the world of very small towns now.  Asti is not a big city at all and it felt nice there but we saw almost nothing of town.  We saw enough of the approach to Asti that we know that we are not interested in actually living in Asti.  Just not what we are looking for.  So we were ready to head right out without delay.  Originally Asti had been on our list of interesting potential areas.

In Asti we had quite an adventure trying to get a bus to take us to Neive where we have a hotel.  Luckily Dominica knew that we had to buy our bus tickets from a news stand.  How anyone is supposed to figure this out is beyond me and why a government bus sells tickets only via private businesses, especially ones that you would never otherwise use, seems very odd indeed to my American sensibilities.

We got our tickets but finding out bus proved to be rather an issue.  We got to the bus station easy enough but once there the buses were not labeled and no one anywhere spoke any English.  There was a sign that told which bus to get on but the labels on the buses did not match the ones on the sign and the bus numbering said that we needed to get on the bus that would be sitting in the parking space number thirty… expect the system only went as high as twenty-four!

We ran from bus to bus and were beginning to panic when the girl from the newspaper stand, who had followed us knowing that there was going to be a problem, came and helped us to find the right bus and to get directions as to what to do on the following bus.  Thank goodness she was looking out for us, had she not been there I have no idea where we would have ended up going.  The bus that we were put on had no label for where it was going, no label that it was a regional bus (it looked like a private bus) and was in parking spot one!  We were never going to figure that out on our own and even the people who were local had to ask tons of questions to figure out what the buses were doing.

This first bus got us, without further incident, to the really small town of Castagnole della Lanze where we found the bus to Alba waiting for us.  We just jumped from one to the other and the next bus’ first stop was in Neive.  So after three train and two buses and a bit of a panic we are now in our destination town and ready for five days without needing to pack up our luggage or move again.

Now all we had to do was to walk to our hotel.  It would just be ten minutes… or so we thought.

We ran into a couple of issues.  The first was that we were getting no Internet access in the middle of town.  So no way to look up where we needed to go.  The second was that the map posted in the middle of town did not show where we needed to go.  Hmmm… this could be bad.

So we just decided to start walking and figure out where we were as a starting point.  We didn’t have to go too far before we were able to establish some reference points and at least place ourselves on the map (a “you are here” marker on the big map in the middle of town would be great.)  Eventually we got Google Maps working on the flaky Android phone and started making some headway.  The Android has been terrible all day and loses all connectivity every fifteen or twenty minutes and has to be rebooted to be able to do anything.  Such a poorly made device.

So I plotted a course using Google Maps and it didn’t seem that far away so we started walking.  And walking.  And walking.  Pretty soon our hike turned us onto some hills with some pretty steep inclines.  With the suitcases, the stroller, carrying Luciana, the backpacks… this was getting really, really hard and it was hot and sunny so we were sweating pretty badly.  We kept going as the map seemed to think that all was well.  This seems insane, though.  This isn’t ten minutes from anywhere.  This is some serious walking that we are doing.

We finally got up to the Via Roma and discovered that Google Maps was not accurate and that roads were missing that they were expecting to be there and the Android was not working (or Google Maps was wrong) and thought that we were far enough away from where we really were that we were not sure which road we were standing on.  So I walked up and down several roads trying to determine exactly what was going on.

Three Italian girls, high school girls we were guessing, out for a jog happened upon us and we attempted to talk to them.  None of them knew the road that we needed nor did any of them have any knowledge of our hotel.  They were very friendly and giggly and tried their best to help.

I finally figured out that the one “road” that Google was showing that we could take, the Via dei Tigli, was not a road but a stairway leading up the hillside!  I walked partway up it to make sure that Google Maps would show me standing in the right place.  This is kind of insane.  I had walked the long way up the road quite a bit and decided that the stairway looked less exhausting that the road so we hauled the girls and all of the luggage up this really long stairway.  That was painful!  By this point we were pretty unhappy.

At the top of the stairway we found a playground and a couple of Swiss tourists who talked to us and pointed out that we had just arrived in the town’s historic center.  Uh oh.  This was the center… not the place that we had started from with the bus station, the train station, the main street, etc.  So the last thirty or forty minutes of walking only now got us to the center of town from which the “ten minutes to the hotel” had been gauged.  Oh boy.

We were in terrible shape, completely worn out and really doubting Google Maps.  But I had figured out most of what had happened and had a pretty good confidence that I would still be able to get us to the hotel.  At least at this point we were able to go down the hill rather than continuing to climb up it and, from what little bit we got to glimpse, the old town center looks to be really amazing.

Now that we had figured out what we had done wrong, things went a lot more smoothly.  Now there was a breeze, some amount of shade, some great views, a downhill walk and clear progress.  Things didn’t seem so hopeless.  For almost an hour there we were pretty upset and really concerned that we might be in the wrong town or severely lost or that the hotel was dramatically far away.

It has been quite some time since we were so happy to be arriving at our hotel.  Our proprietor was quite surprised that we had walked, “You don’t have a car?  You must have a car in Neive!”  Yes, we figured that out.  She said that she would have picked us up from the bus station had she known.  There was another couple yesterday with a one year old as well from Norway who were staying in the hotel and who had come by bus and she had picked them up – they had called her and she had gone to get them.  Well, at least we got some exercise out of it.

Our room at the Hotel Villa Lauri is fantastic, though, well worth the hike over the hill.  Originally we were going to be in an attic room but she had decided that that would be too dangerous with the little ones so she bumped us up, no charge, to a nicer room.  Wow, this is probably the best room of our trip and likely the best one that we will have on the entire trip – and thankfully it is the one in which we will be spending the most time of our entire month and a half long vacation.  It is a moderately spacious room with a nice closet and wardrobe area to store the luggage and stuff.  The restroom is quite large and well appointed.  Dominica and I have a double bed, Liesl has her own bed and Luciana has a pack and play.  There is power around the room, in both Italian and European configurations, there is a nice shower, there is a bidet (our second for the trip), there is a gorgeous terrace with great views of hill top vineyards and there is air conditioning – one of the first that we have seen and way more modern than the air conditioning that we had in Tuscany.  Dominica and her Booking.com skills win yet another victory.  Maybe Dominica needs to be a travel agent.

We got settled into the hotel and then decided that we needed to relax for a bit.  We showered because, well, we were pretty disgusting by this point.  Then I went to the front desk to talk about restaurants in town or in the hotel to see what was available and got a bottle of  one of the local Neive wines, a Barbara d’Alba, from just up the street and two glasses and Dominica and I settled into our little table on the terrace and drank some of the best red wine that we had ever tasted with Liesl and Luciana happily ran around the terrace enjoying their new found freedom.  They have had a very long and very stressful travel day as well.

We were not out on the terrace for very long before the Norwegian couple poked their heads around the wall from their own terrace which is above ours and towards the road.  We talked to them that was for a little while but Liesl was very insistent that they come down and visit us, which they did.  The grabbed a few chairs from another terrace and we all sat outside drinking wine and talking.  The kids had great fun together and it turns out that their son isn’t just around Luciana’s age but they were actually born on the same day!

After a while the hotel owner delivered some pizza for us all.  She was already getting it for the Norwegians and so asked if we wanted her to pick some up for us as well.  We were really exhausted and definitely did not want to go out looking for food and the restaurant in the hotel has no vegetarian options and was quite expensive, or we might have asked them to whip something up anyway, so pizza sounded great to us.

We finished off our bottle of wine so they ran up to their room and brought done a bottle of wine from a case that they had purchased while on a winery tour early today.  We drank that gone pretty quickly as well.  It was wan’t long before the pizza arrived, we all moved into the dining room and had dinner.

We hung out for hours.  Around ten the kids and the girls went off to bed and the men stayed up talking for another hour in the dining room.  Isn’t it amazing how traveling internationally really brings people together?  It is neat how much we end up meeting people and getting to know them when we are away from home.

We went to bed on the early side.  I did not even take the time to hook up the laptop before going to bed.  I have the WiFi access code and, in theory, it is going to work in the hotel room.  It was just such a long, hard day that getting online and doing anything at this point is just not going to happen.

Tomorrow we have no particular plans.  Breakfast starts at eight and we hope to make it to that.  We always do so I imagine that that will not be a problem.  Everyone got right to bed without a problem tonight.  We have no car and public transportation is really rough here so likely we will just be hanging around in Neive and checking out the local area.

After a long day we are pretty happy tonight and Piedmont is definitely giving Tuscany a run for its money.  Although Liguria was so beautiful on the train ride coming here that we have to consider that as well.  Choices, choices.

I got up early this morning at about six and went down to the lobby with the laptop to attempt to do some work.  I had told Dominica last night that likely I would be down there working this morning so she was not surprised.

I probably got in an hour or more in the lobby before Dominica needed me to come back up to the room because the girls had woken up and it was time to bring them down to get breakfast.  I got a ton of pictures uploaded this morning which is a relief.  I actually got several hundred uploaded and have only about one hundred and two left to go before I am completely caught up.  Still a ton of videos though.   I am making those way faster than I can get around to uploading them.

I did a bit of real work this morning too.  Not much, just a little, but something.

We brought the girls down for breakfast at eight.  Breakfast is included with our room but we were not sure about that before.  Things are so different in Europe.  Getting used to when you get or don’t get breakfast is a big one.

Breakfast was quite good.  Very similar to the style of what we are used to across the continent.  Breads, cheeses, meats (not for us, of course), spreads, cereal, juice, coffee (Italian or American here.)  There are also scrambled eggs – we haven’t seen that in weeks.  If we do find eggs it is hard boiled eggs.

I took the laptop into breakfast with me and continued uploading from there which is how I managed to be so productive.  Just getting time for the uploads to run makes all of the difference.

After breakfast Dominica decided that she needed to lay down for a bit and Luciana was acting like she wanted a nap.  So Liesl and I went out for a walk around town.  Primarily we went down to the train station to deal with our seat reservations for the train tomorrow.  Italian trains needing seat reservations really makes train travel here a lot more difficult than we have grown accustomed to it being.

After dealing with our train reservations Liesl and I walked around town for a bit checking out some new areas.  Then back to our hotel.  It was probably eleven by the time that we got back.  While we were out one thing that struck me was that here in Montecatini Terme they have automats.  For those not familiar, it is like a store built out of vending machines.  These were common back in the earlier part of the twentieth century in larger cities.  They are rare today.  We hypothesized that because Italy has such a “shut down” lifestyle for much of the day that having automated facilities to dispense needed items would be pretty critical.  I am not sure that I have ever seen an automat in person before.  Very interesting.

By late morning we decided to go out for a walk and to get some lunch.  So we set out and headed east, it seemed like the way to go.  We did not go more than a few blocks when we found a place that looked really nice for an easy lunch.  So we picked a table out on the street and ate there.  We had a nice lunch of tuna sandwiches, pizza and gelato.  We also got a bag of cookies to take with us on our walk.

We headed north and ended up finding the city park right away.  It is very nice so we walked into the park and walked all around it.  We came across a very old man-made waterfall with ancient steps leading down to it, the remains of an old spa that has long been closed, a new fountain, the municipal tennis courts which are actual clay courts and a giant, beautiful carousel.  It was a really nice walk and we were out for quite a while.  Liesl walked, rather than rode in the stroller, for much of it.

We walked through the street shops for a bit and were just about to head to a playground for Liesl when she decided to be stubborn and got into really big trouble for refusing to take my hand when a car was coming.  So she ended up getting carried and not getting to go to the playground and we went straight back to the hotel.

We did some research and asked the hotel owner about getting to Montecatini Alto via the funiculari.  She said that it ran every half hour until midnight which is awesome.  After being in the German world for so long where everything shuts down super early and even getting food once the sun starts to set is difficult we were expecting the transportation to and from the top of town to stop at six or seven o’clock at the latest and assumed that we would be unable to go up there at all.  Italy is so different from northern Europe.  From a business standpoint this makes a lot of sense as this allows people to actually make use of the two parts of town and not to function like to distant towns with little associating them other than their views of each other.

So a little later on, after Luciana had taken a nap, we set out to walk back the way that we had been this morning and go a little further on to the funiculari which we took at around six to go up to the top of the village.  Liesl enjoyed the ride.  It cost fourteen Euros for the four of us to ride up and back down and there were some great views while riding it.  It is a small vehicle, apparently the tourist traffic going up and down the mountain never gets too crazy.  This really is not a tourist kind of town.  We’ve not met any English-speaking tourists while here and have seen very few tourists at all.  Those that we have seen are almost all elderly Europeans – mostly Italian with a good percentage of Germans.  Getting to the area from Germany, Switzerland and Austria is pretty easy to do.  So we feel good being in a place clearly a travel destination for the locals rather than for Americans.

It was easy to get to the funiculari and we did not have to wait long at all before us and just two or three other passengers were ferried up the mountain side.  Arriving in Montecatini Alto was, quite simply, breathtaking.  So far this is second only to the Alpine Lakes in Austria for beauty.  An amazing medieval fortified hill town, still intact, on top of a high mountain in the Apennines overlooking a Tuscan valley with Montecatini Terme down below.  Awesome.  This is what Tuscany is all about.

We walked around the hill town for a while working our way higher and higher wandering down one side street and then another.  Mostly our route was governed by where the stroller was able to proceed as many of the streets were heavily cobbled and very inclined making the stroller very difficult to propel.  There were several historic sites to see such as the old church and fortifications at the top of the hill.  It was really beautiful and quite interesting.

After strolling for a while we decided that we should eat at around seven thirty so we headed to the main piazza where the restaurants were just setting up.  There were a handful of people already eating but it was very few.  We are not at all used to this aspect of Italian life.  Being from the States where dinner is generally done pretty early, especially in Texas where we are used to the main dinner rush being around six, and then traveling in the UK and the northern European mainland countries where dinner is often earlier still we are pretty surprised when a restaurant opening at seven thirty is considered to be an early opening restaurant.  Now this is great for my own lifestyle but something that really takes getting used to.  That eight or nine o’clock is normal dinner time for people arriving at a restaurant and that a normal dinner takes two hours or more is very unusual.  The country club has acclimated us to the slow, multi-hour eating lifestyle but not the time.  The country clubs in Dallas, which are the types of establishments that one would expect to have later than usual dining hours, start dinner officially around five and often close between nine and nine thirty.

So we stopped by and looked at the menu at the restaurant at the “top” of the piazza – that is, the restaurant with the highest elevation as the piazza is on a pretty dramatic incline.  The menu looked quite interesting and the waitresses setting up both stopped by and said good evening to us.  As Americans, this pretty much makes us feel compelled to eat at a place as we are not at all used to the idea of wandering by a series of restaurants before choosing one.  To us, driving up and looking at a menu is a pretty big commitment.  So rather than wandering through the piazza and checking out the other menus we decided to just go with this one.  We are pretty much guessing at which one is going to be best anyway so it works fine.  This was definitely the last of the restaurants to open tonight.  Later I did walk through and discovered that we ate at the most expensive of the restaurants on the piazza and by far the most formal so likely the price and late opening go together as this was not a cafe or anything like that but a very nice restaurant.

We opted for an outside table, the weather is great tonight.  If anything it is on the chilly side but not by much.  We were the first patrons at the restaurant and the only ones for at least half an hour if not more.  By the end of the night only three tables were filled wit a total of ten diners, with us being counted as four.  We were the only ones to eat outside.  The inside seating was a large, cavernous room with a large opening onto the piazza so it felt mostly like being outside itself but not quite as cold.  None of the restaurants on the piazza were busy but this was the slowest of them.  I assume that that is because it is more formal and more expensive.  I did see someone stop in and pick up about five pizzas to go, though, so maybe they do some about of local take-away business too.  I imagine that people who live in Montecatini Alto are very likely to use take-out a lot.

Dinner was excellent.  We started with bruchetta that Dominica and I shared and we eat got a salad as we are always a bit low on vegetables while traveling.  Our diets have way too much bread and way too few veggies.  Dominica’s first course was a penne-like pasta in a pumpkin sauce that was quite good.  Mine first course was a simple cheese-filled ravioli with a butter sage sauce, very light.  Both were very good.  The girls shared a type of flat spaghetti in a vegetarian sauce that was really excellent.  We were pretty jealous of their pasta tonight.

For our main course Dominica and I decided to split the rare, ancient Tuscan pizza-like dish called schiacciata which is the specialty of this particular restaurant.  I took some pictures of the menu so that we could figure out what exactly it was later.  There was a wide variety of schiacciata available at the restaurant that we had chosen so we decided to try the one called Schiacciata Francesca for obvious reasons.  My mother would be really proud since Schiacciata Francesca is a form of Tuscan asparagus pizza.

All of our dinner was quite excellent and we were very happy that we chose this restaurant.  The waitresses were great too and spent quite a bit of time hanging out with the girls.  They even got their picture taken with them.  Liesl was sure to give each of them a sticker.  The stickers continue to go over really well, both with Liesl and with the people who receive them.  Dominica gets extra marks for coming up with the sticker idea and executing it and special thanks to my cousin Sara for making the design which so perfectly captures the spirit of our Liesl.

After dinner we got dessert.   Dominica got something called a gondolino which was most like a chocolate mousse with coffee on a cookie base.  I, again, did the Tuscan thing and got biscotti with sweet wine for dunking.  I just love the cookies and sweet wine thing.  I’m addicted.

With dinner, Dominica and I split a bottle of excellent red wine from the local region.  Ah, wine in Italy, sitting on a piazza in a hill town.  This is la dolce vita.

After dinner, which took a surprising three hours, we walked around town just a little bit more and managed to find a spot with phenomenal views from the “back side” of town out over the local olive groves and vineyards.  The main approach to the hill town faces the city so the view is dominated by the lights and buildings of the city, but this new view that we found is much like you imagine seeing in Tuscany.  Amazing.

We didn’t walk for long as it was getting late and we knew that we had a bit of walking yet to do before we get back to our hotel.  So we walked back to the funiculari where we had to wait about twenty minutes before the next run.  Now we got to see the view of the city in the dark with all of the twinkling lights.  Not what I expected from this region of Tuscany but quite nice.  The mountains to the south are really tall.

The funiculari filled up quite quickly and it was standing room only with everyone crammed in to get people down to Montecatini Terme.  This might be a tour group or it might just be the end of the first dinner crowd.  Way more people than we expected.

Once down in Montecatini Terme we were completely shocked to discover that now, at a quarter after ten at night, that town was far, and I mean far, more alive than we had ever seen it during the day.  Tons of restaurants and cafes were open, shops, including outdoor shops, were alive and quite busy.  The streets were packed with locals out for a stroll.  Everyone was dressed up for the evening “promenade” through the city.  I have never seen anything like it.  This is the Italian culture that we always hear about but seeing it really drives home just how dramatically different Italian culture can be than in neighbouring countries.  There were thousands of people out dressed up, shopping, walking, chatting, meeting, people watching, being seen, eating dinner…. this is the life of Montecatini Terme.

We walked through much of town and it was actually hard to get through the streets due to the crowds.  So odd to see.  I love this, though.  This is how it should be – go out late for food and end with a nice walk through town and you get to hang out with everyone.  And this is a Tuesday night too!  If this was the weekend it would not be nearly so shocking.

We got back to the hotel and Dominica and I put the girls to bed and Dominica started packing.  After everyone was down for the night and Dominica went to bed, which was a little after midnight, I went down to the lobby for another two hours to do uploads to Flickr and write some SGL updates.  Tomorrow we head off to Piedmont and while we expect to have Internet access there, we don’t really know what the situation will be so I want to get as much done today as possible so that we are not so backed up.

A lot of the Columbia basketball players who are in the hotel were down in the lobby attempting to use the Internet access with me.  There were some of them still there when I headed off to bed around two or two thirty in the morning.  Tomorrow is a very long and likely very stressful travel day as we have a lot of train and bus changes to make and some of our journey is not known yet so we have to figure it out as we go.  We will definitely be sad to leave Montecatini Terme, this was a great town.  We are very encouraged about Italy after this.  This was not at all where we thought that we would like to live and, so far, this is ranking as the best, or nearly the best, place that we have found in our European travels.  Of places that we have stopped, Boppard is really great for actually living there day to day but I think that we both feel that the Italian lifestyle suits us better.

We are very interested to see what Piedmont has to offer us.

We got onto the night train in Vienna (this is actually last night, the evening of the third) at twenty until nine.  We got settled in after a while.  The two person cabin was extremely tight for the four of us, especially with Luciana attempting to put herself to bed the moment that we got on to the train.  Liesl sat with her on the bench seat while Dominica was crammed into the room attempting to get our stuff unpacked and set up for the night.  She had a “train bag” prepared with all of the stuff that we would need while on the train so that the main luggage would not need to be opened and sorted through in the tight space.

The space over the main hallway is accessible from the cabin and we were able to put the big luggage pieces up there, even the bumblebee backpack with the girls’ toys in it.  So we were doing well  from a “keeping the cabin empty” standpoint.  The stroller even fit under the bench.  They really make these things efficient.

There were a lot of Americans on this train.  In the cabin next to us were two girls from San Diego over to Austria for a wedding.  Way down the way was a couple from New Orleans and Baton Rouge who had been in Hungary for a wedding as well.  Nearer to us was a couple, David and Stacy, with their ten month old daughter Caroline who were heading to Venice without any particular travel plans – just seeing where the wind would take them.  I probably talked with David for more than an hour.

Pretty soon we had the room switched over to the bed, rather than the bench, configuration.  This actually provides tons more room and I am not convinced that having the room be convertible even makes sense.  If they made it always be two beds I think that they could shave even more space and make it even better.  The bench mode is pretty much useless.  Maybe if you really only had two people it would not be so bad, but I saw people attempting to use it that way and it wasn’t very good.

Liesl was pretty excited about getting to sleep on the train.  This was a cool treat for her.  We pretty much went to bed as soon as we were able to orchestrate it.  I did not look at the clock but I am guessing that it was around ten in the evening.

The setup was Liesl sleeping with me on the top bunk and Dominica and Luciana snuggling on the bottom bunk.  Liesl and I had to have the upper berth for safety reasons.  Pretty much there was no danger to anyone but me and the fall for me is quite a bit less, percentage wise, than for anyone else.  And I am larger so very likely to catch one of the safety harnesses before actually hitting the floor.  Liesl and I slept with our heads towards the window.  Luciana also slept by the window but Dominica slept backward with her head at the cabin door so that should would fit better with Luciana there.

We opened the window in our cabin.  For some reason whenever we get a cabin or a couchette in Europe someone seems to have left the heat on full blast so it is unbearable in there when we first get into it and we have to get it cooled way down to be able to use it.  We are very thankful that the window opened so that we were able to get some fresh air in there.  Even with the window open it was warmer than we would have liked, but it was cool enough that it would not be a problem once we settled down and relaxed for a bit.

I had originally thought that I would likely write on the train for a while but the reality of the cramped quarters meant that it was straight off to sleep.

Liesl, Luciana and I all drifted off to sleep pretty quickly.  I probably lay awake, or partially awake, for up to an hour after we went to bed.  The stops at the rail stations makes it hard to drift off initially and at one point I noticed that it had started raining but it really wasn’t raining in so we just kept the window open anyway.  That probably made it a bit nicer, in fact.  Dominica did not fall asleep at all, or hardly so, all night.  She used the iPad without Internet access and tried to sleep but the regular stops kept her awake.

I slept soundly all night.  I think that the train motion and noise kept me very much asleep.  I did not wake up until seven in the morning.  So that was probably around nine hours of sleep.  Both girls were still asleep still and stayed asleep for about another hour.  Our breakfast arrived shortly after I woke up.  I love room service on the train – this is pretty neat.  We got a welcome kit last night too that included water, wine, washcloth, soap and some other stuff.

When I first woke up I thought that it was dark out.  That threw me off for some time.  In reality it was dark because in Italy the trains are nearly always in tunnels.  That was the south-eastern Alps, likely in the Sudtirol, where we were in tunnels so much that I did not know that the sun was actually climbing into the sky.  Once we cleared the tunnels we were met by sudden, bright sunlight.

It took a bit of work to get everyone up, dressed, everything packed back up and ready to get off of the train.  We stopped in Venice just after eight forty.  The train ride on the overnight is not actually all that fast taking almost exactly twelve hours to do the journey that the day time Railjet can do in around seven. Dominica said that during the night it stopped for several hours in Salzburg which probably explains it.

We got off of the train and we are now in Italy.  Venice to be exact, out in and among the canals.  After all of these months discussing Italy it is rather surreal to actually be here.  Although this is just Venice which is not the same as the rest of Italy so this is still in the “not there yet” category.

Our plan for this morning is just to see enough of Venice to be satisfied and to get back onto a train and on to Tuscany to our hotel.  We were very thankful thank Venice does not use the locker system for storing luggage but instead has luggage handlers who do it so no issues with running out of space.  So we took our luggage straight there and dropped it off.  It is five Euros per back for five hours which is not cheap at all compared to the Vienna lockers which, for us, would have been somewhere around three Euros and fifty cents for all day storage, if it had been available.  Still probably the cheapest way to see Venice, though.  No complaints here.

Then it was straight out from the train station to the canal where we bought ourselves twelve hour passes to ride anything, anywhere in town including the new Grand Canal tour that we figured would be perfect for us on our crazy, limited schedule.

We took the regular taxi service out to San Marco and got off and walked around for just a little bit.  We checked out the square and saw the insane masses of early morning tourists already filling every nook and cranny.  We did not stay long, there is no way to do anything in Venice without being in a massive tourist queue.

We walked along the Grand Canal checking out the long line of junk sellers (literally an entire street of people selling junk) and stopped by the Royal Gardens for a nice, but extremely short, walk there.  Then we decided that there was almost nothing to see with little kids in tow so we got onto the tour boat and rode it for the entire length going out to the eastern-most point of the tour and then riding it all of the way back to the train station – roughly a thirty five minute boat ride from the farthest point back in.  So nearly fifty minutes on it for us.

The tour boat worked out well since we were about the only passengers and for half of the time we were actually the only passengers.  It gave us a chance to really see everything along the Grand Canal.  We were able to ride outside and I took tons of pictures and some good video too.

We got back to the train station and booked the first train for Florence which departed just about thirty or forty minutes after we got off of our tour boat.

Our takeaway for Venice is that it is pretty awful.  It is just a tourist trap.  Not like Paris or London or Rome, more like Universal Studios.  This is not a living city, this is a decaying, long dead city held together for the sole purpose of selling tickets to tourists to come look at the decay.  Some great history happened here.  Venice has a great past and played a major role in making Europe what it is today.  But the city that you take a boat ride through is not that city.  This city is just a facade, just a sad reminder that not everything lasts.  Nothing actually happens here.  There is no “real life” to find behind the tourists.  It is like a dirty, cheap and dangerous version of the worst bits of Disney World.  It lacks the good things about other cities in Europe.  It isn’t like a real city, just a fake one that gets turned on just for the tourists.

If you really take the time to hit the museums, tour the real back streets, really seek out the food, etc. I am sure that you can, with enough effort, turn Venice into something decent for a short stay.  But this is a city that requires a lot of money, patience and effort and I doubt that the returns for that are very big.  I wouldn’t avoid Venice, it is of such historic importance that it will always have a special place.  But I would definitely make it one of the very last places in Europe to go see.  Don’t go out of your way to see it.  Certainly don’t get excited about it.

We were happy to be on the next train although our seat reservations sucked so we didn’t even get to sit next to each other.  Instead we sat one in front of the other.  Pretty annoying.  The ride from Venice to Florence was actually very fast.  They seem like they must be much farther away from each other than they are although the screaming fast two hundred and fifty kilometer per hour train has a lot to do with it.  The Italian trains are crappy due to their cramped conditions and seat reservations but they are great from a luxury standpoint.

We got to Florence and quickly changed to the local “milk” train heading towards Viarregio.  Dominica had suggested maybe stopping in Florence too while we were there but I gave her that “you have absolutely lost your mind and the kids and I are abandoning you now and leaving you in Florence while we go on to the hotel” look and she decided that that was a bad idea indeed.

It was mid-afternoon when we arrived at the tiny little train station in the spa town of Montecatini-Terme that Dominica had found as a potential place to see real Tuscany without needing to get away from the train lines.  So we got off of the train, checked some maps and started walking.

Now we are in Italy.  This is real Italy.  Not just a city that was conquered by Italy and forced into the country but real, central, heartland Italy.  Old school Italy with real Italian food, Italian culture, Italian weather.  Now it is becoming real.  This is not a tourist town, or very little of one as everything in Tuscany is a tourist town to some degree, but a real small city where regular Italians live and work and play.

The walk to the hotel really was not bad at all.  Had we known exactly where to go and how to find it it would have been trivial.  Even so it wasn’t bad.

We got to our hotel and got checked in.  No Internet access in our hotel room but there is in the lobby.  This will do.  Only two days here then on to Piedmont where, and we checked this, we have Internet access everywhere for five days.  So two more days of going down to the lobby to do everything.  I can do it.  It is just getting really stressful being so disconnected and knowing that people need me to do things.

The hotel is pretty nice.  Our room is quite nice, second floor (that is the third floor to you Americans) on a corner with big windows that open for a cross breeze.  Dominica and I have a double bed, Liesl has a bunk bed and a pack and play was in the room all ready for Luciana who is quite thrilled.  This is our first bathroom in all of Europe to have a bidet.  We are surprised that we have not yet seen one having been expecting to see them, even if infrequently, all along after having left the United Kingdom.

We got settled in but it was not long before we decided to go out and get some dinner.  We had eaten on the train with food that we had picked up at the station in Venice but both the Venice and Florence train station really are completely different than the British, Belgian, French, German, Swiss and Austrian train stations that we have seen thus far in that all of the others use the train stations as a place to consolidate tons of ready made and grocery food items.  The Italians seem to offer nothing more then the most spartan and rudimentary food stuffs at their train stations.  It is very surprising.  We had thought that the Italians would take the food more seriously, not less.  I supposed that maybe Italians focus on making great meals be great and let the other meals go?  Certainly the food in most European train stations that we have experiences is incredible by American standards.  Not so in the Italian stations.  So we were very much ready to sample some real Italian cuisine, especially out here in smaller town Tuscany.

We asked at the desk and the hotel owner gave us some recommendations.  So we set off for a walk through town, although it was not far at all, for a serious Italian meal at a nearby hotel.

Italians order and eat meals in courses which is confusing for most Americans to order and we are pretty bad at it but we attempted to fumble through.  For our first course, which is often pasta, we went for the obvious.  Dominica got a raviolo but it was huge and really delicious.  I went for the pasta with pounded rocket and olive oil which was amazing.  Dominica agreed that I ordered best for the pasta course.  Truly excellent.  Liesl got pasta as well, spaghetti with a basic tomato sauce but it too was really good.  We kept stealing some from her because it was so tasty.

For the second course I got salted cod in a tomato sauce with chick peas in the Livorno style.  It was quite good.  Not a dish that I would likely order again as it was not really my style but it was very well done and quite impressive.  Dominica went for a squid dish which, I feel, was foolish for her as she is always grossed out by the way that squid are presented and she can never truly enjoy a squid meal even though she really loved squid.  I tried a little of hers (I just ate some tentacles since she just throws them away anyway) and it was quite good but I liked mine better.

Sadly we had neither the camera nor the phone tonight so this amazing meal (in both taste and appearance) is recorded in words alone for you.  We were both pretty upset that we had forgotten both devices tonight.

For dessert I do not even remember what Dominica got but I went for the local cookies with sweet wine that I have heard from a few sources including “Under the Tuscan Sun” as well as from Rick Steves is a local specialty.  The cookies are what we call biscotti back in the States but here that term is just the Italian form of the British word biscuit which is just a generic term for that entire range of cookies so is way too general.  What is done here, unlike in the US where biscotti is dipped in coffee (weak, watered down American coffee) it is dipped into the sweet wine.  This seems completely crazy and many people cannot adjust to it but I tried it and really liked it.  They served a lot of it too and I ate it all.

After dinner we walked back to the hotel and pretty much just called it a night.  We are completely impressed with the food we had tonight and the price was not bad either.  Fifty nine Euros for what would, I feel, have been an eighty to one hundred dollar meal back home pretty easily once you consider that we had two courses, food for the girls, I had wine (not the dessert wine), we each had dessert and we each got coffee!  And that price is after tax, not before like in the US.

The walk from the train station to the hotel is less than impressive and we were worried about this town a bit but now that we have seen more of the town we can see that it is really nice and has tons of restaurants, hotels, spas, cafes, etc.  We are looking forward to exploring it tomorrow.  This appears to be very promising.

Off to bed a bit on the early side.  We were the first people into the restaurant this evening as we went out so early but I am tired overall and Dominica got almost no sleep last night so we need to make an early night of it.

For those who don’t know where to find them: Our YouTube Unedited Travel Channel and our 2012 European Adventure Flickr Set are here.  All of the videos are in 1080p so watching them on your television would be ideal.  They are unedited so mostly just really short clips but they can be entertaining.  We’ve currently uploaded around sixty videos and nearly one thousand pictures!  We’ve been busy.

We are in Vienna again this morning.  Today is our first day of having “no hotel” which is a bit stressful because we have to deal with the luggage.  We are taking the night train from Vienna to Venice tonight so want the girls to get as much relaxing time in the hotel as possible before we set out for a day of being vagabonds.

I got up early-ish, around six, and checked in on the laptop.  It had remained kind-of connected to the wireless throughout the night and fortunately YouTube is really good at handling bad connections and several of our videos had managed to upload through the night.  Flickr couldn’t handle picture uploads so those just have to wait and most of the videos did not make it but some did so people are at least getting something.

I went down to the lobby at six thirty and sat in the hallway as the doors were locked until seven.  Down there, at least, I had solid Internet access, even if it was slow, so that I was able to get a handful of pictures up to Flickr at a minimum and to do some posting.   I wasn’t there for long before the cleaning lady took pity on my and let me into the lobby so that I could sit at a table instead of camping out on the floor.  That was very nice.

After not too long Dominica emailed me (she keeps the phone so that she can send me emails) to come back up and get her and the girls so that we could come down for breakfast as a family.  That was probably around eight thirty.  So I went upstairs, gathered them up and we all came down to eat.

Breakfast here was pretty spartan.  We’ve gotten used to the standard central European breakfast of rolls, bread, cheese, cold meats, butter, cream cheese or other soft cheese spread, jams, juice and coffee.  Some places have müsli, yoghurt, cereals and fruits but those are more fancy.  This was pretty bare, but it was fine and very cheap, just three Euros.  So we ate with the laptop on the table uploading while we did.

The girls were pretty restless this morning so we were unable to stay in the breakfast area for very long.  At most we might have gotten half an hour.  Liesl was pretty good but Luciana was just out of control needing to walk everywhere and screaming if she could not.  The moment that we would set her down she would be out of the breakfast room, through the lobby and trying to figure out how to get outside.  Very exhausting.

So Dominica took Luciana back up to the hotel room and Liesl stayed with me long enough for the current upload to wrap up and for me to finish my cup of coffee then Liesl and I went up as well.

We stayed in the hotel room until eleven, which was the checkout time.  That, at least, let Dominica do her packing today, in daylight, rather than last night in the dark.  We had time for showers and to get ready much more slowly than usual.  I found a place in the hallway where I could set the laptop on its side and the connection was slightly better than in the window so a few more videos made it up.  I don’t think that anyone really appreciates just how much work goes into all of this media uploaded and all of these posts written.  This is serious work.  Doing this stuff from home is easy.  Doing it on the road is nearly impossible.  Staying in small “one off” hotels, bed and breakfasts and hostels makes it much more challenging as we have to learn everything anew every two days.

So we left our giant hotel room and walked to Keplerplatz to catch the U-bahn U1 from there running back to the Westbahnhof where we are planning to stow our luggage in the lockers there and then head out for a day of seeing the city.

Getting to the train station wasn’t bad.  We are figuring out the U-bahn system and have the process down pretty well.  We look mostly like locals now for that.

We got to Westbahnhof and went to the lockers on Track One which we had seen the other day. There was one, medium sized open locker so we went for that.  If we took everything apart we could just squeeze everything into the locker.  It was a lot of work but Dominica is an expert at this stuff so managed to get all of it in.  Then we tried to close the locker.  We could close the door but the locker would not lock.  Uh oh.  Maybe that it why it was available.  There is no sign saying that it would not close.  Great, the only locker around and it is broken.  This is not good at all.  No wonder there are tons of people circling the lockers like vultures – no one can find a locker.  We thought that we had just gotten lucky or just needed a different size than everyone else and had not realized initially that no one else was finding any either but thought that they were finding them further down.

A walk to the information booth was clearly in order. Maybe there are more lockers.  That bank of lockers only had maybe one hundred lockers in total, probably many fewer, which is woefully inadequate for the main train station in Vienna, a city of two million and a major tourist destination.  There much be more.  Tons more.

The clearly annoyed and poorly informed information booth worker (who did a terrible job representing his employer OBB) said that there were just the lockers outside and some lockers one floor down that we could check out.  So we ran for those lockers.  Apparently everyone else had this idea too.  Not a single available locker, of any size, with a continuous crowd of people appearing, looking for a locker and leaving.  This is it, no lockers anywhere.  The whole station can’t have more than one hundred and fifty lockers and judging from the rate of people coming down to look for them they need at least another one thousand (new locker needed every one to two minutes) just to meet the locker demand on a very slow, sleeping Sunday morning in a city that absolutely shuts down on Sundays.

Using railway lockers is one of those Rick Steves tips that we thought would make today really easy.  Nope.  I can’t imagine how anyone can get a railway station locker if it is like this.  At least ninety percent of the people who need them cannot get them.  This is a disaster. Now we have all of our luggage, no hotel room, no locker and nothing that we can do!

We tried going to the OBB lounge and they were incredibly rude.  We couldn’t stay there nor would they even discuss with us if there was anything that we could do about our luggage.  We have first class OBB tickets and are taking their overnight train and they treated us like dirt.  I am not impressed at all.  The Austrian Rail seems to do a great job as long as nothing goes wrong but the moment that they have a problem they fall apart and get really pissed off at us for calling attention to the fact that they are not doing their jobs well.  Being snobby when you are not providing a good service is just sad.  Being snobby when you are doing a good job is rude but at least you have some degree of justification.  But acting that way when you are incompetent is pathetic.

So we are furious with OBB and are quite unhappy with Vienna in general.  Any chance that we would move to this area is out of the question as having a good, clean, nice, reliable train station to use is absolutely critical to us for the long term.  We use the trains constantly and if we have to put up with issues like this all of the time and can’t trust OBB to have any ability to do anything then they ruled themselves out.  We cannot be dependent on Vienna as our transportation hub.  Hard to believe that the Austrian government isn’t keeping a close eye on the impression that Vienna gives to travelers as an inability to deal with issues in Vienna means that businesses need to carefully consider having bases or operations in the city because these types of problems can make the costs skyrocket.

As we had no options whatsoever we settled into a booth at the station to sit for about ten hours which is how long we have until our train tonight.  The station is not air conditioned and is very warm.  So warm that Dominica was getting sick but there really was very little that we could do.  OBB does not keep their main station like other railways in Europe have, that we have seen.  Things are broken, there is not the abundance of good food and groceries stores, it is very hot and very poorly organized.  It is exactly the opposite of what I would expect in a German country.

We posted on Facebook how unhappy we were and how disgusted we are with Vienna in general and definitely with OBB and the Westbahnhof.  We don’t get to see Vienna today because of the OBB and, I assume, just about everyone in this train station is a tourist who wanted to see Vienna and cannot because they are stuck in the train station judging by the number of people unable to stow luggage here like they had planned.  Imagine all of the tourist revenue that this city throws away because the this.  We were lucky, Ramona’s friends Elizabeth and Roman, who live in Vienna and pretty nearby, posted to us on Facebook that we could come to their flat and drop off our luggage so that we could go out and see Vienna!

So we ate at the train station because Dominica was not feeling well and needed some nutrients.  That took a little while just because any logistics with the kids and luggage takes forever.  One of us has to sit with everything and everyone while the other one goes out foraging.  It is really cumbersome.

Dominica and Liesl ended up eating some rather poor Thai food from a place really close to our table.  I wanted to get falafel but they ended up having leftovers that they could not eat because they were disgusted by the food so I was stuck eating nasty leftovers.  Not adding to my impression for the day.

We got out of the train station and took the U-bahn back to the city towards where we had been last night.  Our second U-bahn broke down while we were on it but fortunately we were only stuck for five or ten minutes.  Just enough to panic and not enough to be a problem.  But many people got off and were starting to walk and we were really worried that we were going to have to do the same from a station with which we were not familiar heading somewhere that we did not know.  It could have been really bad.  But the train moved again, we sighed a huge sigh of relief and everything was alright.

We got off at the station and Elizabeth walked down to meet us there.  We have never met Elizabeth or Roman before but Elizabeth used to be Ramona’s roommate in Philadelphia until pretty recently.  She walked us back to their apartment and we dropped off our luggage there.  Liesl and Luciana were both asleep when we got there.

We hung out for a big just visiting.  Maybe for an hour.  Then we all decided to walk down to a cafe about twenty minutes away to get coffee in the park.  We are a really nice time just hanging out and relaxing and we were so glad not be in the train station.  Our day was already pretty short as we lost a few hours dealing with the station this morning and now with the extra trip to drop off the luggage and needing another one to go pick it up and all appropriate buffer time we had very little time to go see Vienna.  We had hoped today to go up and see the “real” downtown (the modern one where the big businesses are today) and to see the Danube and to see the big amusement park that is near there that would have been perfect for Liesl but those things were too far away now.

So instead we just opted for a quiet coffee and chatting.  We sad outside for a bit but it started to rain so we moved inside for a bit.  Then a walk in the park and off to find a playground so that Liesl and Luciana could burn off some of their excess energy.

There was a nice playground near the Karlsplatz so Roman and Elizabeth dropped us off there and they headed home because they had to get ready for a concert that they are attending this evening.  We stayed at the playground for probably an hour or more.  Liesl had a great time going up and down the slides, doing rope climbs, etc.  It was really good for her.  Luciana mostly just toddled around.  Some Viennese girls played with her a bit – older girls who would help her to do things and would pick her up and carry her around.  We made some friends too.  A little boy, two years old, and his father from Taiwan who are working in Bonn, Germany, for a while hung out with us and we talked for a while.

At six we decided that we needed to get a move on so that we would have an appropriate amount of cushion between all of our moves so that we could be at the train station in time.  Missing our train tonight would be a disaster as it is the overnight, night train that is both our transportation and our “hotel” for the night.  No flexibility on this one.

The walk back to the apartment took about twenty minutes.  Dominica was very impressed, again, with my ability to navigate in the city and we got there without any issue.  We got the luggage, used the facilities, filled up our water bottles, said goodbye and set off for the U-bahn station.

On the subway we ran into our new friends from Bonn, again.  Very weird running into people that you just met in such a large city.

We got back to the Westbahnhof without any issues and with plenty of time to settle in for about an hour and eat some dinner.  We got Turkish food and mine was fine.  Dominica got something hard in her’s (I’m pretty sure it was just a piece of a sterile cutting surface, nothing bad) but she was gun shy and sharing food with Luciana so couldn’t risk it.  So I ended up eating hers and she got sandwiches from a gourmet sandwich shop which did lots of small “sampler” sandwiches in the open-face style popular here.  She really liked those.

We got to our train plenty early.  No issues there.  This is a big OBB train going first to Salzburg and then down to Venice.  So we will arrive in Venice around eight thirty in the morning.  The train pulls out of Vienna at eight forty this evening.  We have a two bed bedroom on it.  This is our first time, with or without kids, taking an overnight train with a sleeper compartment.  We are really interested to see how it works out.  Could be great or it could be awful.  We are definitely scared of doing any more of them, though, based on the luggage problems that it created earlier today. Not having a solid hotel can be a significant problem, apparently.  We had not really been prepared for how awful that could be.

I’ll wrap up tonight’s post with us getting on to the train.  We are all down with the northern portion of our trip to Europe.  We have reached our farthest eastern point and as of today leave the German world and move on to the Mediterranean countries of Italy, Spain and Portugal.  Only three countries left, but that is still three new languages for this trip.  Six countries done.  Now we spend the next two weeks plus slowly moving west again until we return to the States.

Special thanks to Elizabeth and Roman who totally saved the day today!