Ciao. The dishes are done, the bags are packed, and the last pop of Prosecco has come and gone. Ahead lies a 2 hour flight to Rome, then a 10.5 hour to Calgary, then another 2 hours to Victoria. My iPad is armed with about 10 hours of movies, our seats are chosen, resignation and depression have set in. I can’t believe it’s over.
Brindisi was lovely today. We found a pedestrian mall with some tempting stores (no room in luggage, too bad), strolled the waterfront again, explored the innards going south and found a few fascinating nuggets of history. By far the most intriguing was the St. John the Baptist cathedral, which is actually a museum featuring the most fantastic antiquities from the 16th and 17th century. Originally build in about 1100, the church was redesigned 600 years later after a fire, but the treasures within are fantastic. Sadly there were no descriptions of the artifacts in English and so I translated a few when I got home. The books are from the archbishop’s writing in about 1720, but their ornate covers were so beautiful that I wished I could have touched them, even just once. Beautiful goblets (Prosecco, anyone?), more bits and pieces of people/saints or the venerated stashed here and there. And the frescos, always so stunning.
It was a grand way to spend our last day in Italy. Tonight, we are winding down, double-checking passports and tickets and figuring out where the hell are the liquids and how much olive oil is under 100 mL? I guess I’ll find out, maybe the hard way when they confiscate my Amalfi garlic olive oil. This adventure has been beyond comparison and exceeded my expectations and hopes a thousand times over. Italy, you are in my heart forever.
Just finished this blog of your trip Cath and it was so interesting that it makes me want to go to Italy too
ReplyDeleteWell done and great pictures xoxoxo