Captured by Vino and Rain

Wine Manzano View

Wine

is

the

way

here.

It’s the first hangover I’ve had all trip. Woof.  Started with Prosecco, then Vino Blanco with the soup and Cabernet Franc with dinner, then Grappa afterwards.  I delighted in the sound of the pouring rain and thunder along with massive amounts of lightning (what a show!) while carrying on with some wonderful people in Friulian, the language of Friuli. Can I really communicate in Friulian? No, but I’m starting to understand it…must be something in the wine accompanied by excellent hand gestures and facial expressions. It contains the sing-song vibe of Italian with some words similar to Italian, French, and Spanish though pronounced differently.  Another Italian I met in Venezia told me that she has Friuliano friends that she doesn’t understand at all, so she requests that they speak Italian when they are all together.  That’s how different it is.

Put those headphones on and delight in this rain.  Can you hear the tangled message inside?


While the rain pours in your ears and into your memory bank, I’ll tell you a story of traveling from A-to-B on that rainy day at the villa when I needed to go to the train station by taxi.  The curt driver showed up and saw a villa, so likely figured me out to be someone who I am not (read: important and with money).  He drove me the 3-minutes to the train station and told me 25 Euro.  I was flabberghasted!  What?  I took a few taxis with Hugh on much longer distances for 10 Euro tops, how on earth was this a 25 Euro ride?  I looked at his meter which was neatly covered up by brown cloth and a rope resembling the garb of a friar.  I pointed to it, put my hands up in the question mark kind of way, and said “25 Euro?”  He hollered something in Italian over his shoulder with the word “domenica” thrown in which I know is Sunday.  Oh, OK.  So on Sundays the cabbies cover the meter and charge whatever the hell they feel like.  I get it.  Oy.  I had exactly 25 Euro on me (a 20-Euro bill and two 2-Euro coins and a 1-Euro coin).  I rolled my bag in the rain into the station to figure out how on earth I was going to go from Mestre station in Venezia to Udine a couple of hours north.  Let the fun begin!  First, a stop at the ATM which works perfectly well as your way to obtain money in Europe – no need to plan any changers back home first.  Just take your ATM, pop it in, and out pops some money in the currency that you need.  It worked in Iceland for the Krona and it works all over Europe for the (thankfully single) Euro.  I remember when you had to change currency for every country.  Oooof.  It’s all different now with one currency. Taken note:  one important thing is to keep track of the daily changes in the currency so that you know what you have withdrawn from your account…

Next up:  the Train to Udine which cost only 11 Euros, by the way.  Just sayin’.

The featured image I display are two glasses of delicious house white wine with a view overlooking Manzano, Italy.  Such a beautiful place that I get to explore between the bursts of rainstorms with my dear pal, Claudia. She’s an audio engineer as well, so we get to talk shop while she shares the magnificence of the region of Friuli with me.

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