Livin’ the lfe !

Monday February 24
2020

Rome – Florence
Italy

Boy, oh am I fancy
schmancy. On the train to Florence. No not second class. No not
Business Class. Yes, Executive Class. You know the one where you get
to sit in the lounge before your train. The one with the leather
Italian styled seats (Look great. Not built for human anatomy), the
free coffee, juice, canned drinks. The cookie selection looked like
it was stocked from the the dreams of Cookie Monster. Only those of
us with the secret code and whispered password were allowed to pass
the sliding glass gates and leave the hoi paloi and noise behind. I
am now enclosed in leather and chrome. With my own table, and a
waiter shared with ten other seats on the entire car. They rival any
first class on any airplane I have had the the privilege of walking
through on the way on or off a plane. The train’s steward took my
drink order and food order almost before I sat down. He was shocked
when I declined alcohol. I guess it is NOT done. He just came by in
white gloves and laid the table cloth and silverware on my tray
table. We’ll have to see how the grub is at this end of the train.
I did mention that lunch and drinks and white gloves are included in
this service didn’t I?

The current plague
has hit Italy, at least that is what my home page told me this
morning. While waiting in ‘the lounge’ this morn the news crawl
for the rail system said that trains would no longer be stopping in
the two towns that are hardest hit by the virus. (currently 120 mph
on train) Will they contain it? Who knows? I am skeptical, but I am
just praying I don’t get a cold or bad shellfish and my temperature
to rise since the remote people thermometers are out at the airport
and now train station. I don’t need two or three days in quarantine

Sure is a lot of lit
and dark on this train. One moment countryside, the next tunnel. I
guess that is how you can go 225 kph, nope 229 kph (you gotta do you
own math to figure out miles) – 245 – 250 —- where will it
stop!! Yikes, when you pass another train going the other way at this
speed it’s like trying to catch a mosquito.

We got into Florence
about 25 minutes late. Mussolini wold be spinning over in his grave
if he has one. That was his campaign slogan ‘He made the train’s
run on time’. I go on he platform, found the way to the taxi stand
and loaded the bags into the back. I showed him my hotel reservation
on my phone and he laughed, and pointed to my hotel a block and a
half away. It was easier to pay him a couple Euros than it was to
unload the car. Hey! I’m on vacation !

The hotel is
something out of an Agatha Christie novel. Dark wood, thick carpets
not made for roller bags. Bell boys and uniformed desk clerks.
Federico took my passport and found my reservation and stared typing
for a room for me. The room is a suite. Hard wood floors, KING sized
bed. Mini bar and breakfast included. The price? About the same as
the Radisson at SeaTac. I’m not sure if I got the winter rate or
the virus rate.

I came to see
Michelangelo’s David and the Ponte Vechio bridge. So I headed down
to the bridge to see it at Sunset at the golden hour. I took pictures
and people watched for about and hour and then came back to the
hotel. A light dinner on the roof and back here. The bill had a
discount f about 10%. I put cash down and the waiter said I had to
sign it to my room for the discount. Okay fine, but I am confused.

Tomorrow is a skip
the line tour to see David and other stuff. So I’ll stop now.