Be afraid. Now that I've discovered this, I'll liveblog EVERYTHING. 1200 got back from new year outing. 1505 on train. Had to hurry but managed to buy food. I fear this will mean less tweets from me. New Stazione Centrale looks awful inside, but has one good thing; lots of automated ticket machines that ACTUALLY WORK (most of them.) Lots of shops for last-minute gifts or killing time, but I miss the all-purpose market that once was on the rail level. They say Frecciabianca trains have wi-fi. If I now connect myself with my laptop too, will I be connected twice? Let's try... No wi-fi that I can see. Also, in the typically cramped spaces of this outrageously expensive train, there is a tiny fold-down table WITHOUT A HOLE FOR CERES BOTTLES. Must remember to get down at Padua at 1711. It makes me mad that I have an hour there to catch the connection for Feltre, and it would be enough to go see Altichiero and Avanzi... IF I DIDN'T HAVE A HUMONGOUS BACKPACK FILLED WITH SANITARY PADS. You've missed my Aunt Flo updates, haven't you? It hasn't happened yet, but better safe than sorry. 1813 Leaving Padua. With backpack and new boots and Tonks coat. Got as far as Cappella Scrovegni. Just before the park closed, slipped in and took pics. Felt sad. Not because that's where Iacopo dies. Iacopo dies there because I'm sad. Passing the lighted door of a hotel I almost went in and took a room. A clean, well-lighted place. I'm happy to see my friends in Feltre tonight, but I feel like crying for a place that doesn't exist and is not mediaeval Padua. Camposampiero. Maybe it's morbid trying to record all my thoughts this way, but I'm scared that otherwise nobody will ever know them. Bugger, I'm making myself cry once again. PMS? Montebelluna. Took a Xanax for fear of crying all the time like the last day in Israel. I may be almost as fatigued: Arona-Milano, Milano-Legnano, Legnano-Arese, Arese-Milano, Milano-Feltre in 48 hours. But then again, I WANT to move. And I don't think fatigue is the only reason for wanting to cry. 113 Cormuda? Anyway writing down when I take the Xanax and why and what the effect is, can be useful Federoppa-Cavaso-Fossagno? As a change from emo blabbering, know that I've travelled from Milan to Padua with a girl who took off her shoes and placed her smelly feet on the seat beside me. 117 Alano Fener. I love this name. Maybe the Xanax is having effect. Got to Feltre. All well. Now sleep. Jan 2. Slept 11 hours. Good. Forgot eyemask for the light, but luckily I go everywhere with my trusty USA bandanna! Aunt Flo is almost here. Let's try not to take Xanax today, painkillers should be enough. Note to self: re-edit "Dragonheart" leaving out everything but Dennis Quaid and the dragon. Yes, I know there's David Thewlis too. (and Jason Isaacs). Evening: GI Joe. Two Dennis Quaid movies in a day, what a shame. No Xanax all day. Good. Still I feel sad, but that's normal, like feeling anger in that post I never wrote. Jan 3. Shining sun. Wrote a whole scene. We had the Writers' Corner - cool! No Xanax. Birreria Pedavena. Jan 4. Sun again. No Xanax. Visit from dear friends. Board games all day. Good. Birreria Pedavena again. Jan 5, Wedn. Leaving Zermen. (continues) |