This evening, self is in Padua. Si, señoras y señores, self has once again ventured beyond La Serenissima. If you recall, dear blog readers, only yesterday self was in Vicenza (hometown of Antonio de Pigafetta, he the chronicler of The First Voyage Around the World). Today, she ventured not quite as far: that is, she and Margarita wound up in Padua. Which, contrary to what the guidebooks will tell you, is not a little town. In fact, it has traffic. And not just one Best Westerns: two. Margarita and self are ensconced in the Best Western “Galileo” (Self is quite sure this stay can be added to her points), which is on the route of Padua Bus # 18.
Today, Margarita and self again went separate ways, and somehow self stumbled into a Church in a park, which had a sign right by the entrance that explained all about the 12th century Bakers Code of Conduct. The church was called “Eremitani.” Self had never heard of it before, but presumed it had something to do with bakers. Self is always up for entering a new church because then she gets to make her three wishes all over again (Totalling the number of new churches she’s entered in the past week, she figures she’s been able to make at least 3 dozen wishes. How fabulous!)
Anyhoo, it was a very beautiful church.
Today, siyempre, self had many adventures. Self is like the Don Quijote of Filipina travelers. She has so many ridiculous adventures, they wouldn’t fit into one book. Not unless the book had 800 pages. Suffice it to say, today she traversed the Via Dolorosa of Vio Venezia (or Via Venice, as the Best Western receptionist told self three times over the phone; why she thought self couldn’t handle the Italian pronunciation is beyond her). In boiling noonday sun. Poor Margarita! She certainly didn’t know that having the Big C would not inure her from being subjected to such humiliations! But, ixnay. When one travels with self, it is all about endurance. Which is why The Man very wisely has avoided traveling with self, for the past couple of years.
But it’s OK, dear blog readers! Margarita is perfectly alive! For, as they say in some old Hollywood movies, she is “a real trooper”!
Self has looked up this church in her DK Eyewitness Guide to Venice & the Veneto (This guidebook is highly recommended. This and Alexei J. Cohen’s Moon Handbook of Italy), and it was apparently built sometime between 1276 and 1306. W. O. W.
Self needs to chew on that for a bit. Ciao for now, dear ones.