Prepare to be jealous

It's finally done!  Scotland is planned and locked in.  Now my only concern is that I have over planned.  We recently had the discussion of the difference between being a tourist and vacationing.  We are vacationing, but still want to see lots.  If you spend too much time rushing around and looking at things you are being a tourist, not vacationing.  What do you think?

Sept 28      Leaving LAX 11:00 a.m.
Sept 29      Arrive London, Heathrow at 08:35 a.m.  (it's 11 hours but we stop shortly in Toronto), spend the day looking around London, then a sleeper train from London at 11:50 p.m.
Sept 30      Train arrives in Glasgow, Scotland at 7:19 in the morning.  Puruse Glasgow for a few hours then catch a short train to Weymss (weems) Bay and finally a ferry to the Isle of Bute,
Oct 1         Isle of Bute, our ancestral home.


Main Street of Rothesay, Capital of Bute



Canada Cottage - Ancestral family home

 Oct 2         Isle of Bute

Island countryside

Oct 3         Isle of Bute

Oct 4         Return Ferry, train to Glasgow then catch train to Inverness in the North Highlands of Scotland

Oct 5         Inverness

Inverness Castle

Oct 6         Inverness

Oct 7         Leaving Inverness by train to Edinburgh.

Oct 8         Edinburgh

Oct 9         Edinburgh

Oct 10       Edinburgh

Oct 11  Leave Edinburgh by train to Newcastle on the northeast coast of England to catch a ferry which will take us to Amsterdam.  20 hour, overnight ferry - like Las Vegas on the water we hear!

Castles, cathedrals, pubbing, gorgeous accents, kilts.  How bad can it be??  Well, there is Haggis, but we've pledged to try it in the spirit of adventure.  Let you know how THAT turns out.

Becky

I'm OK... Euro OK, or "What About That Elephant in the Middle of the Room"



The Euro.  €.  Not euros, but euro is ok.  In fact, "Euros" is used so much, it is starting to be accepted. Actually the only thing we really care about the euro is the exchange rate.  Right now, it is not very good, and I really don't see it getting any better in 2 1/2 months.  In effect, we give them $1.00 and they give us €.71 (of note:  I started writing this a week ago.  Today they would only give us $.70) They give me a Euro, and I give them $1.41. Not great, especially when the cost of housing is high. (The £ is even worse, but this blog is about euro.)


So when the European Union was formed, one of the primary concerns was easing commerce across the borders of the individual countries. So, as of January 2009, some of the casualties of the merger were the lira, franc, gulden, peseta, koruna, tolar, mark, and the escudo, among miscellaneous other odds and ends.  In its place they created the euro. 


Not all individuality was squashed, though.  There is a common side to all of the coins, and the reverse side was designed by each individual country.  They were given the chance to make it their own.  Each coin, although tagged with that country's stamp, can be used in any other EU participating country.   So while you couldn't spend the Italian lira in France, you can spend the Italian designed euro in Germany, France or the Netherlands, etc.  Oh, and as mentioned in a prior blog entry Vatican City (city state), the Republic of  San Marino (an independent republic within the boundries of Italy), and the Principality of Monaco (another city state) each have their own National side.




Top coin: Common side
Next coins:  National side
Bottom three: City States

I think it would be interesting to collect one of each country, but it could make for a very heavy backpack.

Oh, and the British Pound Sterling?  If we give them $1.00, they give us £.62 and if they give us £1.00, we give them $1.61. 

Whoever said that travel was enriching very clearly did not mean financially.



 

Creating a Stylish Brother

So how often do we actually get to play dress-up with our brothers, particularly when they are grown?  In a nice surprise our brother Barry has advised us that he would like a kilt from Scotland while we are there.  On his recent visit to my house, he and I talked about kilt styles and I advised him of  Dee and my preferences as gained during our "Monarch of the Glen" stage.  Those not familiar with that particular BBC show are missing out.  It is situated on a gorgeous Scottish estate http://www.flickr.com/photos/31256888@N08/5158697786/.  One of our favorite characters was a worker on the estate named Duncan (that's Duncan on the left in the photo below)

 The fun thing about Duncan is that he always wears a kilt and compliments it with hiking boots, thick socks and usually a t-shirt or cable knit sweater

The look worked for us, so that is what I passed on to Barry as his style goal.

He in turn has handed over the purchase responsiblilties of this totally cool outfit to us - which will be fun.  We just have to find the right tartan, the right accessories and the right shop.  Barry's plan is to wear his kilt to a golf tournament he participates in every year. Should make quite a statement!

I got another little touch of Scotland this past weekend during a visit to the Northern California coast. There is a small, very lovely town called Ferndale where there was a dog show I wanted to attend (along with having my annual ocean fix).  To my great surprise, this gentleman attended and was dressed to kill while showing his Scottish Deerhound.  I thought it was a wonderful look.

And finally, while driving through the farms/ranches between Ferndale and the beach, I passed these darling creatures.  Yet another preview of Scotland.  These are Scottish Highlander cattle.  I think this was all a sign!

San Marino: An Italian Turducken*

(*Tur-duk-in:  For those not familiar with the Food Channel, a Turducken is a chicken placed inside of a duck which is stuffed inside of a turkey, sewn closed and then the whole thing is roasted in the oven. The only relationship to my blog post is that neither the duck or the chicken have any easy access to the outside world, and nor does San Marino.)
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Apparently, one of the casualties of the formation of the EU was the fun of getting your passport stamped. With the open borders, there is little need to track people traveling from one member country to another, so not only are passports not stamped, but seldom requested.

Passport stamps used to be one of the few free souvenirs you could bring home without buying additional luggage. Now, although you can sometimes request a stamp, most of the time it just isn't done. There are a few exceptions, though....

Il Vaticano
Most people know that the Vatican is a City State within the city of Rome, and as such have their own version of the Euro and they will stamp your passport at a kiosk if you ask.

San Marino
What a lot of people don't know (me included until I came across it in something I was reading) is that there is another country entirely within the country of Italy. It is called the Most Serene Republic of San Marino (Repubblica di San Marino), and is a 24 square-mile "enclave surrounded by Italy (Wiki)", and has a population of about 30,000.

 

San Marino is the oldest surviving sovereign state and constitutional republic in the world, as the continuation of the monastic community founded on 3 September 301, by stonecutter Marinus of Arbe.

San Marino is considered to have a highly stable economy, with one of the lowest unemployment rates in Europe, no national debt and a budget surplus.... Wiki

This tiny country is divided into nine "castelli" (meaning castles) or municipalities; eight minor munincipalities; and 43 hamlets or "curazie". It has its own local euro.

AND they stamp passports,although there is a small charge, so actually I guess they "sell" passport stamps. I am hope we might be able to make a small detour to San Marino to get our passports stamped, and visit another country, but there is no airport, no train station, no actual bus station. The best way to get there is to go to Rimini and catch the bus there, spend the day, and then go back to Rimini. Or, there is a hostel in the main town, so that would be another option. Since it is 3 hours from Padova, and three hours from Perugia, there is no easy way to get there, and it may be a bit of a hastle to just get a passport stamp, but who knows how long they will even be available, and if the time allows, it could be a fun adventure, as long as the dramamine holds out.

One Day At A Time

Tomorrow is ninety days.  Three months.  It seems that June came at us and past us with the speed of a freight train.  I am almost afraid of July.  What do I need to do, yet?  Well, I don't know, because I have been trying to ignore all of it so completely that I haven't even made a really good list...and I am a major list maker.  I have spent my time chatting with my Italian Facebook friends, surfing the internet, reading Italian blogs, and day-dreaming about the trip.  Maybe the first step should be making a list?

Ok, so what sort of things do I have to do?  Let's start at the beginning, always a good place to start.  First, categories:

1. Things I need to do at home for while I am gone
2. Things I need to do for the trip
3. Things I need to do for "traveling" (what goes in the pack)
4. Things I need to leave at home.

So, in the first category, I am putting:

1. Finishing my living trust and will
2. Setting up automatic bill pays
3. Arranging for someone to put my checks in the bank
4. Making sure everything in my room is organized for company to stay there (OMG-there is ninety days worth of work)

Number two includes:

1. Buying the train passes
2. Checking on the ferry tickets
3. Making reservations for Venice/Padova
4. Reservations for sleepers
1. Amsterdam to Munich
2. Munich to Vienna
3. Vienna to Venice
5. Reservations for Cinque Terre (if we can decide when)

Third, the pack:

1. Completely pack the pack. 
2. See what I forgot to pack
3. Unpack the pack and pack it again
4. Ok, what did I forget?
5. Maybe spend the last five weeks wearing only what I am taking?  That could get really boring, especially when it will end up ten weeks in the same clothes.

Fourth, what I want to leave behind.  This is really the hardest one, and the one I have to commit to the most.  I don't want to take:

1. 30#
2. Well, at least 20# (let's get real)
3. I want to leave behind my cellulite, belly fat, bat wings, double chin, grey hair, and wrinkles. 
4. Too bad I also have to leave behind fantasy

I do want to be in shape for the walking, and we have talked about this so much.  I have started walking many times, and last about four days before life gets in my way.  I have to stop letting it happen.

I also have done a pretty good job of losing weight, but I have also done an even better job of putting it back on.  The way it stands now, I have about broken even, maybe a pound or two less. 

So, number four, with all of its self-inflicted challenges, barriers,  procrastinations and excuses will be the hardest to deal with, and that is the main reason I decided to blog this.  I want a public (well, as public as a blog that nobody reads) forum in which to air my dirty laundry, and hopefully to also record my successes...and maybe, just maybe get some encouragement.

Allora, as the American song "Tomorrow" says "Tomorrow...you're only a day away", or maybe more accurately as the Italian song "Domani" says, "domani è già qui" (tomorrow is already here).

Dee

Cento Giorni

ONE HUNDRED DAYS TO GO!  And more than a hundred things to do.  I guess that is only one thing per day :)

Dee

Surviving an OMG! Moment

My fun summer project this year (aside from planning the trip of a lifetime) was to begin to ride JR, my cart pony.  I thought it would be fun to get back in the saddle again since hauling the cart in and out has become a bit of a physical chore.  I sent him to a trainer for a week to get him started, hopped on a couple times myself and all was going pretty good.  I did come off once or twice (actually twice) but no harm, no foul.  He's not very tall and it's not very far down.  Both instances were preventable and not simply vicious on his part.

2 weeks ago I went over to my friend Patty's place to trail ride with her. It would be our 3rd trail ride - the first two being simply fantastic.  While mounting from a plastic mounting block, I inadvertently moved my leg into JR's right side and like a good boy he moved away from it - which is what he is supposed to do.  However, it caused him to step into the plastic mounting block and tangle his rear leg(s) in the block.  Short story.....a rodeo ensued and I ended up on the ground rather hard.  I knew it was different from my other falls immediately and moved slowly.  I decided the prudent thing to do was to have Patty take me to the ER and get my hip checked which we did.  All was well, so I hobbled home, and got on ibuprophen, ice and vicodin.   A week later I went to the chiropractor who straightened out the problem with the right leg, but two days later the left began to H U R T. Since then...about 6 days now, I have been unable to use it without serious pain and resorting to my cane to get around.  Went back in to the ER again Sunday, re-xrayed and still nothing shows broken. BUT I'm telling you, this H U R T S!

Bottom line is that my summer now will consist completely of working to get back into condition to walk Scotland and Italy without pain and/or a cane.  No riding for me this summer :(.   I'm very sad about that, but priorities are priorities.  Oh, and just for the record let me tell you that 60 year old plus-sized ladies don't fall worth s**t.  Wish me well.

Becky