So I get to Venice and begin to make my way along the canal toward my hotel, thinking, "Holy crap, I'm in Venice! This is so cool."
Then I hear someone say, "University of Connecticut."
I was wearing my UConn shirt. A woman in a group passing by noticed.
"Are you from Connecticut?" she asked me.
"Yeah, I'm from Storrs," I say.
(I know -- yesterday I was from Wayne, today I'm from Storrs. Deal with it.)
"So are we!" she says.
She used to teach at my middle school while I was there, though I never had a class with her. But she recognized the name, so maybe another Baum sibling had her.
We chat about Storrs and Italy (pretty much the same) and the like for a few minutes, then their group continues on ... all this thousands of miles from HuskyVille.
Too much.
Either this is an amazing string of coincidences (see prior post) or this stuff happens all the time and I just need to get out of the house (or country) more.
Anyway, I said I would write more about that meal. Appetizer plate was great, as were meal's two courses ... and the complimentary champagne. The dessert, too ... sheesh.
Good suggested eatery, those who suggested it. In fact, they had a newspaper/magazine clipping rating them one of the best 30 restaurants ... in all of Europe.
Kind of the Carl's Jr. Of Italy.
But enough about that; Firenze is so seven hours ago. Gonna wander and wander some more around Venice over the next 1½ days as the Italian portion of my trip winds down.
FUN FACT: Holy crap. I'm in Venice.
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Are you even using your real name or have you come up with a good fake one to go with your variety of hometowns?
May I suggest Juan.
Tomorrow you should wear a Confartute shirt and see what happens. Or how about this? Randomly say the confratute welcome slogans as you travel through Europe. Guaranteed to get some people talking to you.
So who the heck was the teacher? How could you leave that detail out? And did you ever get to the leather schoo -- I know, I know, so seven hours ago.
when people approach me for money or cigarettes, I say I don't speak italian. then they ask in english. last night I tried "no hablo italiano" but the guy answered in english anyway. but going with juan would fit the theme.
keep on going, you're almost there. at confratute we eat your brain. that how it goes?
mcchesney. her husband worked at uconn, too. and yes, I hit the leather school. almost accidentally stole two wallets.
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