Deborah Stott | Letter from Urbania 18 June 2001 | |
Tammy and I in Piazza Navona
Tammy descending in the funicular
Disembarking, thank god! |
I have a few
minutes before I head off for my first trip to the library, so I thought
I�d try to give you a short version of some of what we�ve been doing.
Tammy is off in Venice � I pick her up in Pesaro about 9:00 tonight. I
must admit I�ve been a bit nervous about her going off on her own, because
she has been, but I keep telling her about how terrified I was the first
time I came to Europe on my own. It just takes doing it so that you
know you can. Luckily, my friend and ex-student Dianne Goode is
leading a group to Italy this summer and is in Venice and she graciously
offered to let Tammy join up with her group. So I hope she was able to
find them alright, though I really have no doubt she did.
We are having a marvelous time together, really enjoying things and in some cases doing things we would never otherwise think of doing. Tammy�s hopping on a train for the first time might be one of those, as is my own trip two days ago. We went to Gubbio, a medieval/Renaissance town built on the side of a hill about an hour from Urbania, which is cute and quaint, has a great medieval town square and a level-two ducal palace, and is also the town from which Cornelia�s second husband came. I�ve been there several times before and was delighted to find that, since the last time, they�ve installed elevators to the major monuments for the less hardy. Naturally, I took them, though in my own defense, I have to say that I�ve doing a fair job of keeping up with Tammy. There also turns out to be a lift of sorts up to the top of the hill, where there is an old monastery. I�ve done one of these before in a fairly large cabin and Tammy really wanted to so off we went. When we got there, it was closed for siesta so we sat and had sandwiches and rested. Then Tammy pointed to what appeared to be a series of birdcages hanging from cables and said that she thought that was the funicular. I said of course it couldn�t be, because they were much too small � and completely open, just metal cages. Naturally, it turned out she was right (she often is), so I backed off. Eventually she shamed me into going over to have a look when it opened so we did, accompanied by several of the elderly men who were sitting around the bar and who apparently found my terror diverting. The other thing was, the funicular never stopped: you were supposed to hop agilely on as the thing floated by, helped by the personnel. Well, let�s face it, I�ve got age and weight against me on this, not to speak of a latent fear both of elevators and heights. By this time, Tammy had bought the tickets and the two guys running the thing had gotten into the spirit of getting me into it, which, I have to say, they did. They actually slowed it down for me to get in and were very skillful at inserting both me and Tammy into the same car (a bit crowded) and off we went. I have to say that it was worse than I expected. Tam loved it but the damn thing goes up at a very steep slant and at one point the ground drops away and there�s just nothing down there. I gripped the cage bars until my knuckles were white. At the landing, they�d apparently called ahead, and they slowed it down again while I got off, so I was very impressed with the personnel. They all seemed to think it was great fun. At the top, there�s a bar/restaurant and you can also walk up higher to the monastery, where there�s another bar and where a wedding was going on (turns out there is also a road for cars from the other direction). The view is spectacular and we took pictures like mad so you�ll get some sense of it. I�d like to report that, my fears now conquered, the descent was a breeze (in one sense, it was, since it was pretty windy), but I found it still pretty scary, though I got myself together enough to take a picture of Tammy.
I�ll end this here, as it�s time to go off to the library, and try to send it from town. More later with the further adventures of Tammy and Aunt Deborah in Italy. |