<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536520327396711600</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:35:50.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Tieman -Artist</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaeltieman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536520327396711600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaeltieman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329530322020601290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPsr_avHz1Q/TsNUcatxwII/AAAAAAAAAVE/QADt52nRFqA/s220/mtc.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536520327396711600.post-5994119625014982815</id><published>2011-11-18T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T21:17:40.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Painter - Revised</title><content type='html'>Yesterday and today I tore apart an existing sculpture I had "finished" and re-worked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pai&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eFI3lpLIbQo/Tsc3kL2fyqI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ZU9RJd05ujc/s1600/paintersm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eFI3lpLIbQo/Tsc3kL2fyqI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ZU9RJd05ujc/s320/paintersm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676566950119983778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nter one of my Hands of the Artists collection was sitting around in my studio, ready to go to the foundry to be cast. But she did not look right, so she sat on the back shelf. Yesterday I pulled her off the shelf and looked at her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo! It hit me, the leg she was standing on was out of proportion to the rest of her. So, I took out my knife, hammer, pliers, and more pipe and went to surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two days, her leg was replaced &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5gzaFdfSHCg/Tsc5mpPKOWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/v7W7I5TdMFk/s1600/Nov2011_33sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5gzaFdfSHCg/Tsc5mpPKOWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/v7W7I5TdMFk/s320/Nov2011_33sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676569191391050082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with one that is right. I also set her on a taller platform which will be a tree stump surrounded by grass and flowers thereby lifting her up and making her more elegant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am re-working the leg, I am also making slight adjustments to the other leg and I moved her left arm holding the palette closer to her torso. She is definitely looking a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get more completed I will post close up photos so you can see the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see more of my Hands of the Artists collection at: &lt;a href="http://www.artistsgallerie.com/"&gt;www.artistsgallerie.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536520327396711600-5994119625014982815?l=michaeltieman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaeltieman.blogspot.com/feeds/5994119625014982815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michaeltieman.blogspot.com/2011/11/painter-revised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536520327396711600/posts/default/5994119625014982815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536520327396711600/posts/default/5994119625014982815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaeltieman.blogspot.com/2011/11/painter-revised.html' title='The Painter - Revised'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13329530322020601290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPsr_avHz1Q/TsNUcatxwII/AAAAAAAAAVE/QADt52nRFqA/s220/mtc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eFI3lpLIbQo/Tsc3kL2fyqI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ZU9RJd05ujc/s72-c/paintersm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536520327396711600.post-3965862337110729962</id><published>2011-11-15T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T20:45:41.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Trip to Italy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;span class="style45"&gt;How we travel.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;span class="style45"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Nancy and I have had the pleasure of being able to live and           travel outside the country during our almost 40 years together.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      We have lived in the U.S. and Canada, traveled in mainland China, Hong         Kong, England, France and now Italy, and been in airports in Korea and         Germany. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Our travel philosophy is go and enjoy           the area, eat the local food (even street food which was interesting           in Hong Kong), drink the local wines, hang out in the local joints,           and enjoy the local people and our fellow travelers. We smile alot           and say please and thank you in the native language and seem to have           done OK. People are the same world wide - a smile gets you a smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;We sit down before             we go to a new country and research the areas of our interests -           art, history and of course shopping. Our daily travel schedule expectations           have changed as we have gotten older and our energy levels changed.           Nancy and I decide which art and historical monuments we MUST see,           and what would be good to see. Then we try to plan our schedules so           we hit one major museum or monument per day, giving us plenty of time           to do other things of interest. Instead of taking 90           minutes to see a museum we may spend over 3 hours looking at select           pieces or artists. Quality of time in a place, not how many places           can we see. We can never see all we want in one visit, but we can enjoy           what we see. And of course there is shopping, especially the little           town markets with their stalls of local foods and hand made goods.           Yes, you have to be careful not to be ripped off, but if the locals           go there they can't all be bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;For the last 11 years we have wanted           to eat and drink our way through Tuscany with a sketchbook and camera.           Finally that happened this year, unfortunately because my father died           but because he loved to travel we took our trip this year in his memory.           I am sure he was smiling down on us in approval and laughing           at times during some of our wacky adventures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;We rented a car in Italy, a little           Fiat, and drove through the country side, those experiences you will           read about and they will make you laugh and shake your head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;All in             all, we would go back,            until then, I hope you enjoy our little trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style45"&gt;Day 1 - Rome&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Sept. 15&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Arrived in Rome, Italy today at 7:30 am. Left Portland, Oregon at 7:30 am the 14th . Very long flight, crammed into seats like sardines. At the Rome airport after going through customs – they glanced at our passports and waved us through, no stamps on our passports, how disappointing. Have to take the train from the airport to the central train station in Rome as our hotel is a couple of blocks from there. The train tickets were advertised at E9.50 each, but actual cost turned out to be E14 ea. Not to be the first time advertised prices mean only a suggestion and are not real. No truth in advertising. We remembered from a show we saw last year, Globe Trekker that we are to have the tickets we just bought stamped in the little yellow machines; otherwise you will be fined from E5 to E100 by the train conductor. Thanks PBS.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style22"&gt;Dirty, smelly train station, corridors         not well marked as to where things are, or how to get where you need         to go. Nancy and I grabbed a train leaving the station and hoped it was         going to Rome … we were lucky. A 30 min. ride through the slum area of         Rome – gang graffiti on most walls and passing trains. I take Nancy to         only the best places. Seems we did this same thing in Paris and Hong         Kong . Hey consistent if nothing. At the train station we got our Roma         Pass – great cards – E25 includes 2 museum or landmark fees, all metro         transportation, and % off other museum fees. A 3 day pass that gets you         past the long lines of people waiting for tickets. Rome does not have         a museum pass as does London or Paris which gives you unlimited entry         into most museums for 3 days for one price, but this one is OK. Wonder         if the major US cities have one? &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/blog1_clip_image002.jpg" width="216" height="144" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;We         took the Metro to our hotel, exit station was 2 blocks from the hotel         but we went out of the station on the wrong side, did I say that Italy         signage sucks? We ended up touring a bit of the Rome back streets before         ended at the hotel. “Residenza Vaticana”, nice funky hotel, entrance         on the second floor of an old building (had to ask directions when we         got into the building). Really nice people at the hotel, we were early         to check in and our room wasn't ready, so the maid had us sit down, gave         us some water and breakfast if we wanted and she did our room next. Room         was small, but clean, comfortable, quiet and centrally located in Rome.         We arrived at the hotel 3 hrs. after landing, showered, changed and headed         out to the Vatican – we had tickets for 2pm (bought online on the Vatican         web site so we did not wait in lines … very easy).&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="style22"&gt;The Vatican was a 10 min. walk, so we had         lunch at a sidewalk café. Our first meal in Italy … what else?         A Marguerite pizza and house wine sitting at a sidewalk café watching         all the crazy people. A ton of small mini cars and scooters like crazy         and the drivers were insane. Cross the street at your own peril – very         few stop lights – we crossed the streets when we saw the nuns and locals         with baby strollers crossing. We may be slow, but not stupid.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0051sm.jpg" width="150" height="168" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;Then         the Vatican . Art overload – so much to see in every nook and room – look         up and on the floor and all around. I saw one of my favorite sculpture         pieces – Laocoon group – so impressive close up, and we could get close.         Room after room, the animal room, chariot room, Egyptian room, gallery         of statues, just for sculpture. The paintings in the Raphael room are         just as spectacular and since restored, their colors are brilliant and         sensuous.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="style22"&gt;Rome was hot that day, almost 90 and very         sunny even the buildings we were in which was air conditioned, everyone         was sweating, I hate to be in here during the crush of the tourist season.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="style22"&gt;Finally we saw the Sistine Chapel. Such         a very small chapel. The paintings had been restored to their original         colors- so bright almost gaudy. We were awestruck. I have seen many great         photos of the chapel, but they are tame compared to the real thing. Nancy         and I just stood there and took it all in. The things that impressed         me were the very small chapel, the huge figures, the intense colors and         the power of the figures and faces. We got lost in the paintings.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="style22"&gt;There are signs all over the area that         you are not allowed to take photos and being in a chapel, we were to         be quiet. The guards spent most of their time telling people to be quiet         and quit taking photos. So sad, some people just don't think the rules         apply to them, happens everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0095sm.jpg" width="131" height="150" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;Left         the Vatican Museum and went to the Basilica to see the Pieta by Michelangelo.         Another unbelievable piece, unfortunately it is behind glass, but you         can still see the softness and coolness of the marble. You need to see         it in person to get the whole spirit of the piece. Hoards of people and         tours from all over the world. We heard Chinese, German, Italian, Russian         and Australian.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="style22"&gt;Nancy bought me a white fedora from one         of the many street vendors, the heat and intense sun made my face red         and I needed something to keep me cool. We walked back to the hotel – and         crashed for awhile – walking a lot on cobblestones is hard on the feet         and the hips. The fashions on the street were unreal. Ladies dressed         to the nines and in tall spiked heels for work in all the retail shops.         Walking on those stones – crazy what you will do in the name of fashion.         Yes, there is a closing time of most of the stores from 1-3:30 pm. Went         to dinner early – 6pm – because we were bushed. The hotel suggested a         nice little place around the corner, Via Marco Polo, great mussels in         a marinara sauce.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="style22"&gt;So, in Rome today we ate pizza, mussels,         artichokes and risotto. Drank wonderful house wines, thus begins our         eating and drinking our way through Tuscany . Tomorrow we do the Caesar         shuffle starting with the Metro to the Coliseum. I took 250 photos with         some great sketches of buildings with their red tile roofs and exquisite         trees.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style45"&gt;Day 2 - Rome&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Sept. 16&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt; Today we did the Coliseum, Forum area, Spanish Steps and the Trevi Fountain.   Started today out not on the right foot as we found that our converter had   died. But our wonderful maid (excuse me here, but a am really bad with names   so I apologize now to all we met), came to the rescue as she had one left behind   by another guest who did not want it back. We were just going to borrow it   and buy another one, but the maid and owner insisted we keep it. These two   people have been so helpful and good to us the whole time, they have made the   stay here very enjoyable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Continental breakfast, fresh juices, cheese and           ham, croissants, cereal, coffee and bread. They have a really cool           machine that at a push of a button will make espresso, cappuccino and           cafe american. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Off we went on the "A" train Metro to           the other side of Rome. We wanted to start at the church San Pietro           in Vincoli that houses the "Moses" by Michelangelo (you will           notice a theme here when it comes to art). We got off at the Coliseum           exit and yes, we promptly got turned around and started in the wrong           direction ... signage? Nancy spotted our error soon enough and we only           went a block out of our way. Have I said their signage sucks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;After a few turns we saw a little sign pointing           the way, but the signs stopped at a 3-way intersection - were we surprised?           This time we guessed correctly - we went down the street a large group           of people were coming out of. The next dilemma, two unmarked churches           - which one, we chose the first one - you guessed it we chose wrong           - a helpful local sent us in the right direction. Again a smile wins           the day. I suggest if you ever go with us on a trip always take the           opposite direction we do, you might get there sooner, but we always           seem to find our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0136sm.jpg" width="100" height="150" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;The           outside of this church was tiny, but when we went inside it opened           up into this big open area - the affect worked. It took your breath           away. The church was filled with many spectacular paintings and sculptures           with frescos and tiled paintings on the ceiling and floor. You had           to go through the entire church up to the alter of gold and there off           in an alcove on the right sat "Moses". In was in the dark,           but took some pictures anyhow (it is allowed here), then the person           next to me dropped a 50 cent piece into a little machine and the whole           area was lit up in a spectacular light display. Their lighting was           awesome, caressing the curves of the marble and almost making it come           to life. A gazillion camera flashes went off to destroy the mood, but           there was enough flashless moments to make it all worthwhile. I spent           quite a bit of time just standing there and soaking it all in. I take           photos as a record, but then I put the camera down and just sit or           stand and take in the piece trying to see it as the artist created           it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;A technical note here: The camera I took with           me is a Nikon D80 digital and I only took one lens, a 18-135 telephoto.           I had two chips, a 2GB and a 16GB chip which together I could get 18,000           photos. The entire trip I rarely used the flash and except when I was           bumped, the shots were very clean, sharp and even . Nancy had her little           digital camera and I also used the camera on my Droid when I did not           schlep my camera. I can still remember all the rolls of film I use           to take with me on trips, crossing my fingers as the film went through           security hoping they would not fog it even though I used lead pouches,           and the expense of developing and printing. It is now way too easy           and less stressful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;We left the church and worked our way back to           the Coliseum. With our Roma Pass in hand, we walked past the long line           of people waiting to get in (we found out it was a 3 hour wait), and           walked right in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0177sm.jpg" width="150" height="100" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;I           am not a writer so it is hard to describe in words what I felt as we           walked around the building that was the center of so much of the history           and cruelty of the world. Even with the crowds it was a humbling experience.           Spent several hours wandering through the passageways and up and down           the steps. Sat on several of the discarded blocks to rest, how many           have sat on those same pieces over the centuries and what were their           stories? History close up and personal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0223sm.jpg" width="100" height="150" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;Then           we went outside, bought some gelato at a little stand ( the lemon was           great, pistachio ok) and headed for the Forum. Wasn't there a movie           titled On the Way to the Forum? Again our passes got us right through           the lines and into the archeological site. We walked and walked and           walked in the 90 degree weather and hot sun. Drank a lot of water,           which we resupplied in our bottle many times at convenient water stations           for free. At one point it was overload and time to leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Off to the Trevi Fountain, following our map and           typical signage. We stopped for lunch in a little place in a back alley           had wine, cold water, spaghetti carbonara and fried calamari. Very           good spaghetti, but the calamari was way too much batter, but not chewey           so all was fine, and it gave us a chance to get out of the heat and           sun and sit down. Also did not have to pay E1 for the bathroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0248sm.jpg" width="100" height="150" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;The           Trevi fountain was a spectacular site even with the crowds. I do not           like crowds so Nancy quickly got up to the front of the masses and           threw in a coin so she comes back, picture op, and then she took a           photo of me as I did the same. As I was throwing my coin, I got hit           with a E2 coin on the cheek which someone threw from the back of the           crowd, not cool and really a bad shot to miss a big fountain like that.           As I looked closely at the sculptures, it looked like they were carved           out of 3 cubic square blocks of marble then joined together. The craftsmanship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0255sm.jpg" width="150" height="100" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;Our           last foray of the day is to the Spanish steps nearby ... according           to the map anyhow. We got close, in a square but no steps. Then we           saw a crowd of people around the corner from the square and viola.           I was blown away by how small the steps were, in all the photos they           look huge, but not so much. Nancy and I climbed halfway up and sat           down on the steps and yes we kissed. Hey, we are in Italy, got to get           with the program. About 4pm now, we started around 10ish, and it was           time to call it quits. On to the Metro, a station nearby, to the hotel           and crashed until 7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;I used the hotel free WiFi and Google maps showed           me a restaurant nearby that had raves about their veal, Al Palazzaccio.           We had asked the hotel the previous night about places to eat and they           turned us on to a nice little place a couple of blocks away, so I thought           I would see if modern technology worked tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;On the way to dinner, we walked the streets and           stopped at the little stalls and Nancy picked up some things then off           to dinner. At this time of night, the locals come out to walk and shop           and eat dinner. Most restaurants don't get busy before 8pm. So we went           local. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;If I was a food writer, I would write pages about           this place. Small, six tables inside and six outside, (we ate inside           tonight). They had an extensive menu, but one of the specials was the           veal meal - fixed price. The first course was gnocchi for Nancy and           ravioli for me ... the gnocchi melted in our mouths ... butter and           cheese and cheese. Then the veal. Veal in butter and cheese and thyme           with fried prosciutto on top. You could cut the veal with a fork. Add           the roasted potatoes, canolli for desert with espresso or cappuccino           and house wine. The best dinner we have had in many years anywhere.           And the waiter, a little old man with a twinkle in his eyes melted           Nancy's heart - she left him a tip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;We walked back to the hotel along the busy streets           and put our tired bodies to bed. Both of us had blisters on our feet.           The roads/walks on old cobblestones killed our feet and hips and my           knee - but sleep will refresh. Tomorrow on to Pisa by train from Rome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style45"&gt;Day 3 - Rome - San Gervasio&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Sept. 17&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt; How do I start our travels today? It stated out with a nice sleep, continential   breakfast and a walk around the hotel to find Nancy some sandels. We got her   some, and got back to the hotel in plenty of time to get on the Metro and to   the train station an hour before we departed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;The quest begins - with train tickets in hand           and schlepping suitcases, we get off the Metro and follow the signage           and walk. We find the departure signs and it says platform 24, just           in case, I ask an info man infront of platform 24, he says it could           be 24 or 27 - depends - so I leave and hand Nancy the tickets and she           asks the same man - check the departure board for the train number.           We did #25 not #24 - we asked three uniformed men - one even showed           us the departure board - #25, just to make sure, we asked a cop - check           the departure board. There were no trains at any of the aforementioned           platforms. Needless to say, we missed our train. Rome train terminal           signage sucks - remember that, I will come back to it. We followed           information signs - to empty corridors - no one to ask, no information           booths, a strange country with no talian languade skills. A smile was           not the answer here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Panic sets in - Nancy is on the warpath - we ask           more people and follow more information signs and happen to end at           the very end of the terminal and here are moving reader boards. Where           were signs we ask? Seems the Metro trains dumps you on the rail tracks           at the opposite end of a large terminal. A helpful young man in an           info uniform finds us and showed us the information center booth -           a single man in a kiosk the size of his chair and a little unlit sign           above him - 2' x 5'. He told us in broken English we needed to get           into the lines behind him and get a new ticket. The next train leaves           in less than an hour. By the way, the train we need to Pisa is the           Genova train. After many English explitives to no one inparticular,           we get into this long winding line of frustrated travelers. We talked           to a young couple behind us in line and it seems they purchased tickets           online through the train station website to Sienna, but they found           at the station that there is no train from Rome to Sienna. They had           to start all over and lost the money they had paid. They had the same           thing to say about Rome trains we did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;When we finally got to the head of the line, and           spoke to the gentleman - he just wrote on our tickets the new time,           we missed the 1:00 now it was the 2:00 train, 2 hours late. The platform           # ? Look at the board 20 min before the train leaves for the track           #. And we pay an extra E8 or E16 when we board the train. We had 45           min. so we had lunch - 1/2 sandwich and 3 bottles of water. But we           had a plan and tickets with seat #'s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;The time came , we were infront of the moving           board and looking for the train to Genova, no train #, just a train           to Genova leaves at 2:10 on platform #23. Off we go, hell bent for           leather. Into our lives drops this helpful young man who found our           car #, opened the locked rail car with a code, helped us and others           on to the train found all of us our seats looked at our tickets and           asked us for the E8 it said on our tickets. Nancy gave him money, a           larger bill than E8 - wait for it now - we never saw him again - he           did not work for the train (how did he have the code to unlock the           train car?). We got scamed. Why are these people allowed to operate           so blatenly? We have traveled in China, Hong Kong, London and Paris           and throughout Canada and the U.S. and have never run into this attitude           before. Fortunately, when the conductor came by to check our tickets           she does not collect the E8 or E16. So it all works out I guess. But,           the train stinks of old sweat, the ac is broken (only 90 degrees outside),           the door to the toilets don't lock nor do the toilets flush. Remember           what I said earlier about Rome trains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;So now we are in the Pisa train station and need           to get to the airport to pu our rental car. The Pisa station was small,           well marked signage and we went right to the main terminal, bought           our tickets for the shuttle train (E1.20 ea.). Walked to the well marked           track platform, sat for about 20 min. got on and off at the airport.           Don't worry, the Pisa airport signage sucks, walked almost through           the terminal before we saw a little sign to the rental cars. At the           rental building there is a long line of people at the Hertz counter           and the other rental car counters are empty of customers. Someone knows           how to do business in Italy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;We get our Fiat "Panda" about the size           of one of my shoes - but we fit as does our luggage. We go around in           circles finding the exit. Now we have directions to our B&amp;amp;B, Podere           la Pergola in San Gervasio written out by the owner Caroline - seems           clear and simple. Take this exit not this one, go around the round           about and take this road, slow down and take the left - all we did           except we took the wrong left - we traveled some of the more interesting           back roads of Tuscany - even went through this nice little town twice           - once each way - found a lady coming out of her home in Montecristello           - I asked her directions in English - she rattled off something in           Italian and went back into her home , but left the front door open           ... so I followed and she came back out ... forgot her reading glasses           ... looked at the directions, said San Gervasio and pointed to the           left road, rattled off something and made a T with her hands and gestured           left. Off we went the way we came from after thanking the lady in the           glasses. Dirt road, twisty turning one car wide and viola we come to           a T junction. My mama did not raise a complete dummy, we took a left.           There was a sign saying San Gervasio. We were here! An elderly coulple           were walking their dog on the road so we stopped and Nancy asked the           lady for directions to the B&amp;amp;B showing her the directions. The           lady did a jesture we now understood and Nancy gave the lady her glasses           low and behold, we were 50 feet from the entrance to the B&amp;amp;B. The           owner was worried about us because it was getting dark. She had texted           me &lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0726sm.jpg" width="150" height="100" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;several           times since we hit Pisa to see how we were doing. Caroline is a wonderful           lady, speaks 5 languages, and has a warm heart. As she was leading           us to our room, we turned around and saw the most breathtaking sunset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;I             am almost done so keep on reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;We ate dinner at this little restaurant up the           hill from the B&amp;amp;B. No cars except one and Nancy asked if they were           open .. sure, no problem. We were the only ones in the restaurant save           the waiter and cook (mama) and papa. Our fare this night was what they           had, a plate of fantastic antipasto - cheeses, proscutto, 3 types of           salumi, bacon, picked onion, olives ... all local products and a local           wine. The only thing in the kitchen - pasta with ham cheese and butter           sauce. It was fantastic - the chef "Mama" was cooking rabbits for the           dinner next day for the locals hunters - rabbit hunting season starts           tomorrow. So, the waiter, the son was the cook. Oh, and when we told           him about our Rome travels - when we said we took the train from Rome           to Pisa - he rolled his eyes and said some not good words about the           train and Rome terminal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Remember what I said about Rome trains, even the           Italians say ditto to that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0740sm.jpg" width="150" height="100" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;Off to bed - breakfast at 9:30 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style45"&gt;Day 4 - San Gervasio - Volterra&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Sept. 18&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt; Breakfast at 9:30, healthy - all fruit compote - from locals - coffee, ham &amp;amp; cheese   slices and brochette with fresh tomato &amp;amp; home made (here) olive oil - wonderful   - and this is from an egg and bacon man. You can taste the flavors &amp;amp; the   tomatoes were rich and juicy and tasted like a tomato should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Then with road directions from Caroline off we           went to Volterra - the walled city known for their alabaster carving           artists. The Fiat we rented was perfect for the narrow windy roads.           Oh forgot, after breakfast Nancy did some laundry, I sat on the deck           and sketched &amp;amp; took photos of the area. First day of rabbit hunting           season and we heard many shots around the hills. After laundry was           washed and hung up to dry, then we took off. Suppose to rain today           - first time in 2 months - the Oregonians come to town and we bring           the rain ... they should pay us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0295sm.jpg" width="225" height="151" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;Took           quite a few photos on the back roads to Volterra, some great paintings           to come. The hills were brown and dried up not the lushness I had thought.           Spring here must be gorgeous with all the greens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Even with the Rick Steves book on Volterra it           took us some time to find the parking lots - his book tells us lot           #3 is free, but does not show it on his map. But, Nancy found it. Let           me tell you, there are a lot of stairs in that walled city, and we           only climbed a small number. Took quite a few shots of alleys and these           wonderful doors with metal door knockers - and clothes hanging from           the windows, and banners. Being Sunday off season, not many people,           wandering. Bought some &lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0319sm.jpg" width="225" height="151" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;alabaster           pieces. The town is known for it's alabaster workshops - the alabaster           I have been carving seems a better quality then what I found here and           a better color. Bought a good roadmap at the tobacco store, not any           good cigars - mostly maps &amp;amp; cigs. - and bought a lighter so I could           smoke a cigar I brought from CB. Half way through town we stopped and           had a lunch/snack - cappuccinos and pastries. Wonderful little pastries,           fruits &amp;amp; chocolate, how good is that? On the way out of the shop,           thunder rolled through the hills and it started to spit rain. We walked           a bit more in and out of the shops, then it started to sound serious           so we started back to the car - got sprinkled on then when we hit the           car - a downpour. Two months of drought huh? As I write this at 10:30pm,           it is still raining - oh well, no cigar tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0335sm.jpg" width="151" height="225" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;On           our new great map - Nancy found a path back to our B&amp;amp;B - more direct           and less of an adventure - or short cuts - our kids know about the           short cuts we take ... hmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;On the way back drove pretty good - only a few           cars passed us - and the little car handled real well in the rain.           Remembered that the roads would be slippery with the first rain - she           kept me over to the right , close to the shoulder as the car was not           easy to gauge it's width. Just when I thought I had it figured out,           the road narrowed - so my co-pilot kept me close to the edge of the           road and out of danger in the center. Only ran into a few crazy drivers           that kept on my ass, before they passed - even ran into several slow           drivers that were all over the road and we quickly passed them. Must           be more of those crazy tourists you hear about. Back to our B&amp;amp;B,           around 6ish, had a glass of wine before dinner at the neighborhood           rest. at 7:30 , they open at 7. There were four tables of us tourists           and a huge party of locals filled the rest of the place - some special           occasion got the locals dressed up and out to dinner. Much fun. This           has been the only place we have been at in Italy where the food has           been so -so. Got a mixed meat plate and the meats - chicken, steak,           pork and ribs were overcooked and dry. Potatoes and gnocchi were ok.           Two hour dinner than back to base, read some, and writing this then           to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Tomorrow is the Carrara marble fields north of           Pisa and then the cinque terra. Tuesday or host cooks a traditional           Tuscan dinner complete with wine and served in their wine cellar. Looking           forward to both days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;hr /&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style45"&gt;Day 5 - San Gervasio - Carrara - Cinque Terre&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Sept. 19&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt; Half way through our trip. We had lightening storms all last night and rain.   Woke up to no electricity - thought the storm had done some damage - walked   around the place to find Caroline, but she was not around. I met our next door   neighbor - Pietra, her and her husband are from Germany and staying here for   awhile. She tried to call on her cell phone, but no answer so we went to the "big   house", the owners house is separate from ours for our privacy and theirs.   Found Caroline and her husband Danielle who came back and fixed the problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Good breakfast again, this time there was also           fresh mango juice which I had never tried before. Quite tasty. Got           the wifi code so now if I stand in just the right spot, my phone will           work. My Droid has a Global chip in it and I added a global data plan           from Verizon for the length of the trip, worked great in the major           cities, but out here I am relying on the local wifi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Now it is off to the Carrara marble fields and           the Cinque Terre. With map in the hands of my capable navigator we           head off. On to the toll road up and around Pisa - of course, no signs           for Pisa but now we are savey travelers in Italy and know the secret,           head for Genova. Great road, like our freeways. Speed limit signs of           110 km, but theses are only a suggestion ... and we found out why later,           the toll road you are charged E1 per 10 mins. of time, not how many           km you travel. Makes sense why we were traveling at 130km/hr and always           seem to have a black BMW or Mercedes riding our butt before they passed           us. And turn signals, forget it, no one uses them - they just dart           out and cut you off and then say some nice Italian words to you along           with some cool arm gestures. Here is a rule we found out about as we           drove through Italy that no one tells you ... even if you check your           rear view mirror every 3 sec. you will suddenly find a black BMW or           Mercedes trying to crawl up your butt before they pass you... where           they come from, I have no idea, but there they are. At one point it           happened so often I thought they were coming out of my tailpipe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0420sm.jpg" width="225" height="151" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;Nice           drive to Carrara, some signage challenges, hate the round abouts -           4 to six roads coming in to a circle with 3 lanes and just as many           town names per sign per exit. Read fast or go around several times,           then jump into the traffic to change lanes when the guy on your left           does, close your eyes and pray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Carrara is not that big of a town, but we seemed           to have spent a fair amount of time in it trying to get out. As Nancy           said when the map failed us and we could not read the signs fast enough           - head up! And so we did, the guide books we had were useless - meant           for people on busses or tours - not anyone driving. Up we headed, following           the road - how we got into the marble caves - to this day I do not           know. The map showed one road, we found many roads and side roads,           all the same width and surface. We ended up driving into the tunnels           carved out of solid marble - following a truck with two large marble           slabs on it's bed, and another large truck carrying marble on our butt           ... yes, it was a &lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0402sm.jpg" width="225" height="151" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;Mercedes           I could see the logo clearly in my back window he was that close. We           had no idea how we got there or how we were going to get out, but forward           we went deep into the marble caves - praying that the guy ahead knew           where he was going and that the guy behind remembered our little Fiat           was in front. Finally came to a little piece of daylight on our left           and took it. It was a souvenir shop. How? Was this the right road?           Hey what do you do in a souvenir shop? Yes, we bought some souvenirs           and walked around and picked up some loose marble that had fallen off           the trucks. And asked directions to get out. He told us to go over           this rickety old bridge into another tunnel. Humm. We went another           way, up to a place where they had 40 min tours of the marble caves,           next one left in 40 min. Funny how we just seen the caves up close           and personal. Came back down the road to the souviner stand and saw           a sign to Carrara, not the road the guy at the stand told us to take.           Why are the signs always facing the wrong way? Wonder where that that           bridge actually took you. The song "Oh he never returned..." came           to mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Followed marble trucks down and through the town           of Carrara - imagine, these trucks filled with 80 tons of marble running           through the narrow streets of town, the same streets used for the last           600 years plus. We saw the little villages - hamlets- where the workers           have lived since before Michelangelo tucked away in the hills, walked           the same roads and been in the same caves. According to the books,           over 1000 caves have closed since the 1500's, and only over 100 remain,           yet when we were 30 km from Carrera on the toll road we saw the mountains           in the distance all white, not with snow, but with exposed marble.           That was awesome as the kids say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Around town and off to the Cinque Terre. Five           little towns on the coast built into the cliffs, settled by anchovie           fishermen and olive farmers. The towns are connected by a train and           a walkway for hiking. No cars except locals are allowed in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Our plan had always been to go to the farthest           town south, Riomaggiore and walk the trail to the next town Manarola,           about a 20 min. walk, then back again. No way we could do the entire           trail of many hours, and not really interested in taking the train           to quickly see the other towns. We wanted to spend some time in just           a couple as we do not have the energy to hike much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0442sm.jpg" width="151" height="225" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;Went           through the harbor town of La Spazia, finally got through town, busy           little town with a lot of traffic, and up the the hills - beautiful           drive and views and colors and the sea. With the black BMW on my butt           and 25 feet notice before a hard right turn, we missed the turn off           for Riomaggiore, so we went to Manarola instead. Found a parking lot           that was manned, parked and started walking the terraced hills down           to the the sea and the town. A fun little place for photos and sketches.           The colors are amaizing ... the buildings are painted pinks, pumpkin,           terra cotta , pale blues, yellows and whites, but no red. I can fix           that in my paintings. Nancy and I had lunch in a little place off the           main street, This town is known for it's fresh anchovies, olives, and           white wine. So we tried them all. Not keen on white wine, but it was           semi-dry slightly fruity, the anchovies were not what we are use to           in the cans, these were whole silver skined fish on bread smothered           in local olive oil, very yummie, and a small plate of local salumies           and a jar of olives. Really nice and refreshing after our walk. All           teh time we were there, there was storm clouds and thunder, &lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0480sm.jpg" width="225" height="151" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;we           were use to that living on the coast ourselves. We bought our tickets           for the hike to the next town (one day passes it's a National Park).           and walked to Riomaggiore the first town, a 20 min walk ... on the           Via Dell'Amore, the lover's walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;All along the path people put up locks and keys           ... to their hearts, photo ops throughout, us included we took pixs           of couples for them and they took our photo snuggling in one of the           special chairs on the trail and kissing. Hey in Italy ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0530sm.jpg" width="225" height="151" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;In           the town of Riomaggiore we had some more gelato - the lemon was great,           light and pucker up tart. Because of the storm, the beach was closed           - red flags - so we waundered around town. We were worn out just hiking           those first two towns, up and down and around, steep hills some. The           90 min. hike to the next town was closed you could only get there by           train. Our stamina was wearing out so we slowly walked to the car,           all up hill and back to tthe little B&amp;amp;B. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;*This has run a bit long so I will spare you our           trip back and sitting in the road of La Rocca as a couple ahead of           us decided to explain to each other why they should not be a couple.           She got into the car parked in the middle of the road and took off           and he went back into the building with some interesting gestures and           comments on life. Our cuisine tonight was 3 sandwiches and an unknown           pastery from a deli that was closing, and a bottle of well deserved           wine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt; Tomorrow Lucca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;hr /&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style45"&gt;Day 6 - San Gervasio - Lucca&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Sept. 20&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt; As I write this days events @ 5:30 pm sitting on our little terrace outside   our room, I am reminded of a bit of wisdom I have heard over the years ...   "Patience Grasshopper". Another gulp of wine. I did not have an ulcer before   today, but there are no guarantees now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;The day started out exceedingly well, blue sky           with puffy white clouds, breakfast on the large patio and wifi that           worked enough to download 63 messages. One from the Cortile gallery           in Massachusetts that I just placed two sculptures and three paintings           in a show there to say they sold another bronze of "The Poet". That           makes two sculptures and one painting since the show opened Labor Day           weekend - almost 3 weeks - so I emailed them and our kids. Oooops,           dropped signal, no emails or calls out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;With high spirits and  our road map and            the Rick Steves' map of Lucca, we head out - about 40 mins.           away. As bad as the road signs have been, signs to Lucca almost non           existent. When we finally got there, well, fortunately it is a circular           walled city. With our trusty Steves' book, complete with map we had           every intention of doing Lucca his way. Do NOT drive inside the city           walls, park at one of the many parking lots or ticketed spaces, notice           those marked on my map- beware of parking in the wrong area. Sound           advice, but not in the real world of multiple round abouts with four           lanes of converging traffic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/0585_Luccasm.jpg" width="151" height="225" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;The           people in Washington D.C. talk about the horrors of Dupont Circle where           you may end up going around it for days. They have not been in Lucca.           I can't describe it except to say - go to Pisa and walk to Lucca -           it will take you longer, but it will be healthier. NO street signs           visable to drivers, small parking signs that you see between cars going           every which way. We found ourselves inside the walled city driving           behind a local city bus, we passed ticketed parking spaces on the side           of the road for E1/hr, and an underground parking lot. But no, Steves           says don't do it, so we went back out of the city walls into the mayhem.           When your navigator says not too kindly that she does not know where           we are - it's not on the map, you are in some serious doodoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Now as you read these journal entries you may           think we are incompetent boobs when it comes to driving. Well, let           me tell you - we were at the B&amp;amp;B with three other couples, all from           Germany, all use to driving in European countries besides Germany and           they all had horror stories similar to ours when it came to the roads           in Italy. One couple walked all around the wall of Lucca trying to           find the street they parked their car on - 3 hours they walked, another           couple took twice as long to get back from Sienna as it should have           - round about nightmares and lack of signage. So, maybe it is not just           us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/0613_Luccasm.jpg" width="151" height="225" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;I           don't know how, but we got back into the city wall, pulled into the           underground parking garage for E2/hr, and we were still alive and talking           to each other. We threw away the Rick Steves' book with the Lucca map           - worse than useless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;We walked around town following the few tourists           there were, but we got there after 1pm. In Italy most stores shut down           from 1-3:30pm daily. That left us with restaurants and the outdoor           market. After an hour, we were exhausted , emotionally more than anything           else. We wandered the streets but were burned out. We walked the walls           in the sun and peace and took pics and just enjoyed the town from it's           walls. The locals we have met in our travels 99% of the time were very           nice people, even when we did not talk the same language. And they           turned out to be very helpful to us tourists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/0638_Luccasm.jpg" width="225" height="151" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;It           was a piece of cake getting out of Lucca and to the safety of the backroads           which we now knew how to navigate. Tired, hungry worn out, we traveled           to a little town near our B&amp;amp;B, I forget which, to get something to           eat ... a grocery store - so we picked up some wonderful cheeses we           could not pronounce, several meats and salami, fresh baked bread. We           ate our lunch on our patio with a bottle of local wine and Nancy went           for a swim as I am writing this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;We are waiting for for 7:30 to come when our host           Daniele will prepare a Tuscan feast. The wine cellar tables are set           for 13 people and the smells are intoxicating already. Daniele is a           quiet man, speaks only Italian, and is a hard working man who keeps           the farm running smoothly so Caroline can take care of us. More tomorrow           as tonight will be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style45"&gt;Day 7 - San Gervasio&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Sept. 21&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt; The dinner last night was marvelous. Eleven people plus Nancy   and I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;We started out with 3 types of brochette - basil,           a mushroom in sauce, and a meat ragu. Followed by a pasta dish of bacon           in spicy ragu sauce. The main coarse was oven roasted potatoes in           thyme, white beans with olive oil, and the meat - pork roast marinated           for 2 days in a thyme, olive oil, pine nut and basil mixture then covered           in a crust of salt, baked or roasted and sliced. For dessert the chef's           signature dish, teramasu. Plus the wines flowed, prosecco (italian           sparkling wine), local white and red wines, and lemoncello. Don't forget           the espresso and cappuccinos.           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Daniele, Caroline's husband who also ran the farm,           was the chef, and he does this dinner once a week if there are enough           people interested. Two couples from Switzerland, not staying here stopped           in just for the dinner. Dinner started precisely at 7:30 and Nancy           and I finally called it a night sometime after midnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;As you can imagine the conversations were all           over the board. The others at our table; Petra &amp;amp; Frank, Sandra &amp;amp; Guido           (with a young lady who works for Sandra who's name I have forgotten,           sorry) and Martina &amp;amp; Manfred, although all from Germany also spoke           English well enough for us to all communicate. Talk went from the economy,           kids and grand kids (we were &lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0659sm.jpg" width="225" height="151" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;the           oldest and with grand kids), healthcare, politics, the Euro nation,           educational systems, the whole gamut. It is interesting how others           see Americans and how Americans see the rest of the world. The truths           of each culture were very enlightening. When I asked if Germany was           going to bail out the Greeks, they all shrugged and said Germany bails           out all of Europe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;All in all a wonderful night with some extremely           interesting people and new friends to stay with when we travel to Germany.           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0697sm.jpg" width="225" height="151" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;Breakfast           was a little quieter than usual, then off we went for our day trip,           the seaside resorts, an easy drive on the toll roads. These seaside           towns, Forte dei Marmi and Pietrassanta are for the elite of Europe,           and the street market on Wednesday were not inexpensive knock offs,           but the real deals, like the Nike outlet stores, but in the streets.           We arrived at about noon - the markets open at 8:30, and at 1pm, they           started to close down and pack up the tents. All the brick and mortar           stores also closed including Gucci from 1-3:30. Then they opened again           until 8pm. It was a short relaxing day/drive for us - we drove back           to the B&amp;amp;B had           some wine, some of the meats etc. from our grocery foray the day before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0678sm.jpg" width="151" height="225" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;I walked to the center of San Gervasio, the 11th           century hamlet we stayed in, a 3 min. walk, took photos for paintings           and sketched . This hamlet and the church here           are over 1000 years old, and still being used. I sit down on a little           wall and sketch and just imagine all the history this church has seen           and been a part of. It was locked and there was no one around, so I           could not see inside. Simple construction, very durable, and still           usable, I wonder how many of our buildings in the U.S. built by the           first colonists will be around in 300-400 years? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;When I got back to the room, Nancy had taken a           swim and we sat and talked and drank wine with our neighbors for a           couple of hours before Nancy and I went to dinner. Hey, we said we           were going to eat and drink our way through Tuscany so we are trying           to do our best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;The restaurant is the best in the area, only open           Wed - Sat. A real fun place with a wild and crazy owner (younger than           us and dressed to the nines in heels and a lot of jewelry), who like           her staff - are constantly running form table to table as any good           hosts do and talking faster than Nancy - in Italian, English and German.           A long drive from our room, 4 min. by narrow back roads, and no, we           did not get lost - hey only one road, easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;In the kitchen was Mama - short, stocky, in a           nice black dress and pearl necklace and earrings, and ran the kitchen           of 2 other cooks. Know where the daughter got her style from. The food           - a section of the restaurant two tables about 12' long each was covered           in Antipasti - help yourself -every kind of thing you can imagine,           from pear slices with cheese, to liver pate, every kind of salumi to           picked octopus (Nancy tried and like that one). Then we each had a           pasta dish - gnocchi and rigatoni - then the owner made us a dessert           plate from the tables out front. No menus - you order what they are           making that day - we did not have room for a main coarse. The wine           was very local - their wine, the grapes were from their vineyard across           the road. The local food and wines in Tuscany are so rich and flavorful,           like the soil around them. An excellent dinner with some really fun           people. The music was Madonna, Springstein, Clapton, BB King, and the           owner was singing along when no one was looking. Home and to bed. Tomorrow           Firenze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;hr /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span class="style45"&gt;Day 8 - Firenze&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Sept. 22&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt; Last morning in the beautiful hills of Tuscany. After breakfast we said goodbye   to all our new friends - and hit the road. Everyone said do not drive in Firenze   - take the train. After our experience in Lucca we were only too happy to.   So we drove to the Pisa airport and dropped off the rental car. A piece of   cake. From the airport we got the train E1.20 to the Pisa train station, then   into the station got two tickets to Firenze - E5.90 ea. Easily to the right   platform, &lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0745sm.jpg" width="151" height="225" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;on to the train and a one hour ride in an air conditioned car. Got   to our destination, walked out of the train station and in five minutes we   were in our hotel. Not the same experience we had in Rome and the train station.   Pisa and Firenze were well marked stations, clean and fast and a pleasure to   travel. &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Dean, our local wine merchant suggested a little         hotel he stayed in, only a block from the Duomo, the Hotel Centrale.         The hotel had just finished some renovations and they put us in one of         the new rooms. Very classy a nice way to end our trip. The people were         very nice &amp;amp; helpful. Thanks Dean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;We walked to the closest little square and had lunch         outside at one of the many little restaurants. Shopped in the outdoor         market at the leather stalls. Nancy bought and I schlepped. Back to the         hotel for a rest until dinner @ 7:30ish. Before dinner we walked around         the Duomo a whole different look to the place at dusk. Found a little         place to eat - spaghetti cabanarra and mussels in a marinara sauce -         &lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0756sm.jpg" width="151" height="225" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;some local wine - ate outside and paid the cover charge - but the night         was too beautiful to be inside and it was real warm. Funny how all of         the places to eat charged a cover to sit inside or outside, but not if         you stand at the counter - but most did not have counters. Just another         way to get a bit more, cover charges we encountered were from E.50 ea         to E2.50 ea. and the size of the establishment had nothing to do with         the price. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;After dinner, we walked around some more and I smoked         a cigar - had another galato, raspberry and a mocha this time. Very good,         but but the lemon is still the best. How good of an evening is this?         Walking in Firenze around the Duomo with my love - listening to a woman         in front of the Duomo singing Ava Marie, eating galato and smoking a       cigar. I could get use to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span class="style45"&gt;Day 9 - Firenze&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Sept. 23&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Woke up at 8:15 - showered and walked up to breakfast on the second floor       - typical fruits, coffee, cheese, ham, breads, cold cereals and croissants       - but a treat today - a hard boiled egg. Died and went to heaven. Then       off to see the "David" at the Galleria dell'Accademie. We have         reservations for 10:15, our hotel made the reservations for us for this         and the Uffizi Gallery tomorrow. Two blocks to the Duomo then four more         to the gallery. &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Had to put our stuff and us through the metal detector,         then pay the fee, cash only and exact change - in all the things we read,         including their web site, there was no mention of this. Also, it was         not E9.50 each but E15 ea. they had a "special exhibit" and charged more.         Fortunately we had the exact cash. The reserved line we were in was longer         than the other line, but they had to wait as we went in first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/bearded_slave003.jpg" width="84" height="169" align="left" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/st_matthew005.jpg" width="78" height="171" align="left" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/slave004.jpg" width="83" height="168" align="left" /&gt;The         Accademie that houses the David also has the "Prisoners" - and can be         seen in 1/2 hour. Photos are not allowed, and the guards had to keep         telling people. I doubt that camera flashes can harm 600 year old carved         marble, but them's is the rules. They herd you into some minor side rooms         with the "special exhibit" then into the hall with the David under a         dome. Again, the rooms are small compared to the photos I have seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Nancy and I spent most of our time walking down     the hallway and stopping at each "Prisoner" - the unfinished Slaves carved         from a beautiful yellowish marble - from the Carrera marble fields we         were in earlier in the trip. I could get up close, inches away, unrestricted         and see all the tool marks and tell exactly which chisel Michelangelo         used to cut and shape the marble. These unfinished pieces and the two         Slaves in Paris are my favorite pieces by him. You can see and feel the         power and energy and massive shapes as they are emerging out of the marble         slab. The shapes of the limbs are so bulky and chunky, legs like massive         tree trunks before he refined and polished his work. It looks like he         has cut the shape sizes in half as he refined them and molded the muscles.         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;The exhibit is very well done as you walk by these         large unfinished pieces and at the end of the hallway is the David. Everything         written about this piece is true - and it is best to be seen close up         and from below, then the proportions are correct. To me what impresses         me is the power of the piece at a distance, and up close the muscles,         and curves and counter curves the contrapasto and the way the skin becomes         transparent so you can see the veins of the &lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/frontsm.jpg" vspace="5" width="80" height="132" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;body under the surface of         the marble - white marble. And to think this block of marble was rejected         by all the artists as being flawed - one of the reasons Michelangelo         was given the marble. *Note, in my diary I go into detail as to the         how the scholars say Michelangelo carved his marble, and I heard many         tour guides expound on that as well, but I will spare you this, just         know that as a sculptor of marble, the experts are wrong. Ask me sometime         when you have a lot of time and I will explain it to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;I spent many hours looking at the "Prisoners" and         the "David" and Nancy sat and was patient with me. I have waited a long         time to see these pieces, so I was not to be hurried. Thanks Nancy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;We then walked through the markets again - the open         street market then found the building that housed the food stalls. Inside         was foods of all kind, wine's and butchers with all kinds of meats, some         unrecognizable - and places to eat. We found a couple interesting places,         but walked around to see it all before deciding. We stood at the counter         and ordered a pinini and a feta cheese and tomato salad and gnocchi -         they showed us where to sit. Good hearty cheap food along with the sights         and smells of the market. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/michelangelo-sculptures-35.jpg" width="135" height="142" align="left" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/brown11medici.jpg" width="100" height="167" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;After         eating we wandered around the streets awhile -then to the Medici Chapel         that had the tomb of the Medici's with sculptures by Michelangelo - Dawn,         Dusk, Day &amp;amp; Night plus the Medici kids. We missed the chapel several         times because we were looking for signs, and a big building. It is a         small building and the sign is by the door on the building, 8" x 12"         carved in the stone. Disney needs to come to Italy and show them how         to get people to a place and moved through orderly lines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;We walked right into the chapel, paid our E6 ea.         went through the metal detectors and bingo - a quick tour through the         first floor (it was being restored), up the narrow winding staircase,         marble, to the small where the tomb is. This entire room was was designed,         architecture, and carved, tombs and sculpture. When Michelangelo was         young he lived with the Medici's and knew and loved them, so for him,         this was a labor of love and honor to his friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Again a lot to see, and took the time, oh, again         no cameras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Back to the hotel and off to dinner around 8. Same         old thing, good dinner, crazy waiter, smoked a cigar and ate gelato and         walked with Nancy arm in arm around the Duomo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span class="style45"&gt;Day 10 - Firenze&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;Sept. 24&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; Up at 8:15 again - beautiful morning - sun all day suppose to be a high of   85. Had breakfast at the hotel and off we went to the Uffizi. Nice 10 min.   walk - followed the crowds, finally a small directional sign. Being Saturday   more people in the streets - a lot of families. Also heard a lot more English   from the tourists. In line at the gallery to get in - the young couple ahead   of us live in Hong Kong now, but use to live in Seattle before her family Hong   Kong the year before the English left - as did a lot of families. After things   settled down, the girl &amp;amp; her husband went back to Hong Kong, while her parents   stayed in Seattle. Traveling is great to meet many interesting people. The   guy behind us in line just spent a week biking through Tuscany with a group.   He was sore, slowly climbing the stairs, but really enjoyed his trip - a few   more days in Firenze then he returns to Atlanta. &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;The       Uffizi gallery, built in 1581 by the Medici family, had an interesting       arrangement of art - sculpture along the walls - arranged as a full figure       followed by 2       busts - all throughout the gallery halls. Again no cameras allowed. Above       the sculptures in the main halls were paintings all the same size of the       important people of the time. The side rooms held tapistries and paintings.       We went into the Raphael, DiVinci, Michelangelo, Durer, and Rembrant rooms       - it was strange that the rooms contained pieces from many artists and       just one or two from the main artist. Saw the Birth of Venus painting -       large and beautiful and beside it was a plaster relief of the painting       so blind people could feel the painting. The original braile painting.       The Rembrant room was probably the most disappointing, only three small       paintings of his - and the Durer room had a few paintings, but none of       his drawings, that which he was famous for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;All in all it was impressive. Although, the sculptures         were copies of the Roman pieces that they had copied from the Greeks         who had mostly copied them from the originals. Yet, thay are 700 years         old plus. Before the mid 1800's when the Impressionists came about, to         make it as an artist you had to have a patron or win commissions from         cities or the church, no art galleries as we see them today. So you had         to be extremely talented and well connected, or you worked as a peon       in a studio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0822sm.jpg" width="188" height="90" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;From         here the Ponte Vecchio bridge- the oldest of Firenzie's six bridges built         around 1340's and in the 15th century it became the bridge of Gold -         and Nancy was in heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;All               the gold, silver and gemstones you can imagine. Nancy &lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0855sm.jpg" width="150" height="100" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;wanted               to buy several rings all teh same for friends at one store, they               did not have enough, so one of the clerks went to the other ten stores               they had on the bridge to find enough. And she did. You cannot believe               the wealth on that bridge, old delapadated and the smelly river         running under the bridge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistsgallerie.com/art/italy/DSC_0890sm.jpg" width="126" height="188" hspace="5" align="left" /&gt;Lunch         - pizza and wine and more outdoor markets then to the Palazzo Vecchio,         the town hall of Firenzie started in 1299, where the David originally         stood for some 300 years, a copy is there now and an outdoor sculpture         garden that houses the sculpture, "The Rape of the Sabine Woman". Then         to the hotel to relax before dinner and our last night in Italy - tomorrow         we take the plane to Munich, Chicago and finally ending in Portland at         11:30 pm. Then we pick up our car and drive home to Cannon Beach to sleep         in our own bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style22"&gt;This is my last entry. 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