Happiness is ....... pizza in Bologna ...
... gelato in venezia ...
... and Italiano hot chocolate just about anywhere (actually, tell a lie, the brew served up on a Venice street was SO thick and SO chocolatey that no one could finish it, and everyone ended up wishing for a simple Milo)
Happiness is not ...
... beautiful, architecturally astounding old churches ...
... telly when it consists of Italian cartoons or BBC World News ...
.... walking, just about anywhere, as Lara lets us know------
Is it EVER OK to sing karaoke "The Climb" by Hannah Montana on an Italian train? ...
Or for that matter to eat superbowl-sized chip-and-sausage cold pizza even IF you're NOT sharing your 6-seater with a polite and sophisticated Italian woman, as we were? (See the 2nd Italy blog for Jac's tale of Trains, Pizza, Buses and More Pizza)
Rosa thinks it is.
More pressing questions:
Q. What is more important, wiping your face after breakfast or seeing Raphael's tomb in the Pantheon?
A: Wipe my face- why?!?
Q: What choc chip biscuit you get for morning tea, or marvelling at Bernini's Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi (Fountain of the Four Rivers) in Piazza Navona?
A: What's to drink?
At least we found things to do in the longish queue at the Palatine Hill, though quite what those things were I can't explain.
Ahh. Happiness sneaks in again.
Oh, oh. Not for long.
Q: Is David in Firenze's Galleria dell'Accademia REALLY the most wonderful sculpture in the world?
Alternative (Rosa's) questions:
Q: Why is his willy showing?
Q: When are we going?
Ah, that's more fun - playing train while waiting for the train.
That's not. Leaning or not, towers don't do a lot.
Sigh. At least the scaffolding kept the rain off waiting for the bus to exit Firenze.
We come full circle - Happiness is ... good old Italian food.
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