This morning I hopped the train (I do love train travel) to Vicenza for a day trip. Well, it was more like 6 hours in Vicenza but I met 4 others there---a German, an Italian and 2 other Americans. What a fun international day. Beautiful little city about an hour from Venice and the Teatro Olimpico by Palladio is by far the most outstanding piece of architecture I have seen in a while. My pictures dont do it justice but enjoy the scenery anyway.
On the way home, I was dozing on the train (in a car almost all by myself), when this man came and had to sit across from me. I immediately knew it wasnt because it was crowded in there. If there ever was a reincarnated Liberace, this man was it--picture him in all his garb, rings, lisp and slicked back black hair!!! He was very nice (Antonio) and tried so hard to have a conversation with me. I got most of it but really only wanted to sleep! It was obvious he was flirting with me, although his mannerisms and outfit just screamed that he was more interested in men and not women. He was getting off at the stop right before me and invited me to come with him. I politely declined in Italian and told him it was a long day and I was going home. Then he suggested he come to Venice with me and we go out for the evening. I hated to lie to the guy but I had to. Why? Because I dont know how to say in Italian....I dont want to go out with Liberace and you are creeping me out because I dont even know you and you have already asked if you can come visit me in Arizona. So, instead, I said (in Italian), I was going back to my apartment in Venice to see my boyfriend. I should know better that Italian men dont really care about these trivial things like relationships! He was OK with not meeting tonight but insisted I call and we have lunch tomorrow. So now I have Antonio's business card and still no boyfriend. Oh well, he was a nice man but I still would have rather taken a nap!