there are too many words to describe the trip i just took with my parents and younger sister and too little time to tell them all, so i figured i’d go a different route. an unexplored route. an unexpected route (if you know my lack of mathematical abilities). i’m going to tell you all about italy BY THE NUMBERS.
days of vacation: 14
modes of transportation: 6 (plane, car, bus, metro, train, boat)
pictures taken: 803
pictures of the four of us: 1 (hint: we’re in the reflection.)
cars rented: 1
GPS’s rented: 2
bowman misguided tours (BMTs): 2.5 (this all started way back in hawaii during my mom’s parents’ 40th wedding anniversary. we had multiple minivans packed full of family and let’s just say the GPS wasn’t invented back then, so we took multiple wrong turns — all 3 vans. this italian trip was kind of one big BMT because we had no guide other than our rick steve’s book and my mom’s ability to read a map and my dad’s insanely accurate sense of direction, however, we attempted to trust the hertz “never lost” GPS and that’s what led us down streets almost narrower than our car and had us turning the wrong way on a one way street that only allows limited traffic to begin with. yes, we had some italian women shake their heads and fingers at us. fortunately, we understand that type of sign language. and fortunately, one of them took pity on us and told us that “in this moment, you are here but you want to be outside of here.”)
close encounters while in a car/bus: too many to count. (most of them occurred while on the bus tour of the almalfi coast. the road is one way (up) in the morning, but it becomes a two way street in the afternoon. it barely allows the traffic through in the AM, so you can imagine the traffic jams in the PM.) (this picture is of a bus going in the opposite direction. i did not use any zoom. we are THAT close.)
pasta dishes consumed: at least one a day
pizza pies snarfed up: 6
meat dishes eaten: 5 (including a meatball dish in honor of brother G.)
gelato devoured: again, at least once a day. my favorite was the chocolate from a small little place by our hotel in rome.
moments of great timing: 1
pairs of shoes worn: 5 (every single one i brought, though i did wear one pair just to say i’d worn every pair of shoes i’d packed.)
tips given unexpectedly: 3
times we were the first ones in the restaurant: 4
bottles of house red drunk: 13
stairs climbed: i stopped counting after 3,000
times with internet accessibility: 4
“celebrities” sighted: 3 plus we stayed at the hotel where the NEW MOON cast stayed while they filmed in italy! (and celebrities is in quotation marks because we saw members of the cast of the jersey shore…)
gorgeous views of the countryside: a gillion
flight delays: 6 hours
train strikes: 1
metro closings: 1
ruins visited: 4
museums visited: 7
churches visited: 6
times we were inappropriately dressed for the church: 0
grottos visited: 1
audioguides/tours purchased: 6
pairs of sunglasses broken: 2 (both mom and i broke ours)
pairs of sunglasses bought: 4 (2 for mom, 2 for me)
books read: 4 plus 1 on a kindle (how tech savvy am i??) and sister E read even more than i did. case in point:
pick pocketers spotted: 2 (don’t worry, we weren’t pick pocketed. i stared them down.)
early wake up calls: every day but 2.
real cappuccinos drunk: 1 (this is a travesty, i realize.)
crazy road signs: 5
rainstorms: 7 (and oddly enough, usually right around 4pm)
funny english translations on menus: too many to remember, except when they described gnocci pomodoro as “of the potato to the tomato.”
times we almost lost the guidebook: 3
marathons/road races/football matches watched: 2
street performers watched: 3.5
“bravos” given (to mom): 2
horn honks given (to sister E): 2
sunburns: 0 (a miracle)
postcards sent: 2
italian words learned: 15
times we spoke a language other than english or italian: every other day
pairs of earplugs used: 7
smiles worn: continuous
Abigail Mumford 