Well, my legs survived the 26 mile bike run easily today. The chaffing in the nether regions however makes me truly glad that we have a day walking around Venezia tomorrow.
Daddy Bear attended functions at various bars around the ship today as I slowly eroded the flesh from the insides of my (very) upper thighs. However, the Slovenian countryside through which the cycles ran was resplendent with dark black grapes on the vine and tomatoes growing in the open air - in September - that's just wrong.
This evening we attended "Le Bistro", the high class restaurant with a truly decent attempt at haute cuisine. We managed to ruin a romantic 40th wedding anniversary, a 30th and a 62nd Birthday regaling the assemblage with stories of haggis and heather. The 62nd was his own fault as he admitted to being a glider pilot - who, quite incidentally, assumed a horizontal orientation on his bike in front of me earlier in the day. Obviously not used to human powered transportation.
Highlights of the day included a much deserved spinach Burek in Piran(a) and a chorus of "Don't stop Believing" during tonight's musical. I will now be up half the night watching episodes of Glee. How poignant the Bridge of Sighs will be in the morning. Ah, the regrets. I should have been with a showgirl. Oh, wait, maybe I am - I must find out when I go home.
Au revoir (until tomorrow).
I know it's a blog and therefore by its mere being it is sharing. But (one of my teachers at school always said you should never start a sentence with 'but', however, I am now old and out of her clutches and can do what the hell I like!) some of that was over sharing!!!
ReplyDeleteI trust the sighing on the bridge was as poignant as you had hoped and that you didn't burst into those glorious Glee melodies you dreamt of as you gazed into the fluffy distance!