I’ve been a very bad blogger lately, I don’t know where the time goes. A lot goes into work, unfortunately; the gym, far too much time (given that the results are so poor--that's me, just below); meddling in other people’s travel plans.... all in all, it makes for full days.
I have also been working, full tilt, on arranging and then re-arranging my plans for upcoming trip to Italy (less than three weeks to lift off! Presumably.)
Emphasis on re-arranging. I don’t think I’ve ever had to change so many plans.
I hope it’s not an ill omen.
First, I messed up my Italian cell phone. I thought I was keeping my Italian phone number current – but I wasn’t. So, I had to get a new one. Now, when I get to Italy, I’ll have to reset all my prompts to get voice mail and those wonderful TIM adverts in English.
Then, I had to keep re-arranging the car rental. First, I had an automatic booked for 10 days, including part of my stay in Anghiari, where I’m renting a house for one week, followed by a week in the Umbrian countryside. My friend V convinced me we could share her car while in Anghiari, so I called Auto Europe and shortened the rental period to one week.
Then, V abruptly dropped out of the house rental AND the entire trip to Italy. So much for sharing a rental car. I went back to AutoEurope to get a two week car rental. And with an automatic, that wasn’t cheap.
AutoEurope muddled the deal and I wound up with no car rental. That was bad. But my friend P, who can drive a manual, stepped in with an offer to share the house and car rental. So, back to AutoEurope to reserve a manual for one week, followed by my automatic. This, of course, was less expensive than a two-week automatic rental. So that’s good.
I can just imagine, my file with AutoEurope must be as thick as the Toronto phone book.
Of course, I need an international driver’s permit. Fine. Two months ago, I sent in all the paperwork and a $15 cheque to the CAA which handles these things. No response. Finally, last week I phone the CAA to track my application. They assured me that they never received my application; an agent went through their entire list of IDPs issued for ALL of 2010. My name wasn’t there.
Grrr. I had new photos taken, made arrangements to go into their office and make another application. That night – literally, that same night -- what was in my mail? My international driver’s permit. From the CAA. Sigh.
I had to change my flight. My perfect itinerary went out the window; it now includes a five-hour layover in the Montreal airport.
Oh well. It makes for a lot of re-arranging and that always makes me worried that something (like a car reservation) has fallen through the crack.
None of it will matter, though, in about three weeks when I’m drinking a glass of Italian wine on an Italian terrace watching the sunset (like this Montefalco kitty!)