Sunday, April 8, 2012
Triestin
Well since its a holiday there wasn't really too much available and going on around Trieste. Buses were running but on the festive schedule, and our friends Nadja and Elke had planned ahead and bought snacks to celebrate Easter. Last night when we got home from our day, they were dying eggs and making bread. Yesterday actually, we altogether went into town in the morning, and went to a huge produce market that is only open once a week. We spent a half hour looking around, and buying a few things for quick consumption. Turns out produce markets are not the kinds of thing you want to frequent unless you can take the produce home and cook it over the course of a few days. Ater the market though we rode the Trieste tram way up to the top of the hills. Unfortunately, that's not where the view is, so we took it back down a few stops to the napoleonica road, a wagon carriage road built by Napoleon (presumably) which is now kind of a civic green space for exercise. We walked the trail 3 kilometers and passed quite a few local fitness enthusiasts en route to our the bus stop. Since were all on vacation, we stopped as soon as the green space was over at a small cafe and had coffee, cheese sandwiches, and a touch of wine for a small lunch. Then we mulled away some minutes waiting for the bus to come. An old lady stuck her head out of her house, smiled and seemed to ask in Italian if we were waiting for the bus. We said yes, we can only surmise.... Bt then we think she said, oh did you just have coffee, cheese sandwiches and wine at the restaurant, now you've come over here to pass some time standing on the side of the street in front of my house... And so we said yes again, and waved. We caught a ride back to town and split up. Nadja for Easter supplies, Zabeth and I for tourist information. They took an early bus home while Zabeth and I strolled the coast for a bit before sundown. Then we began the narrowing down process, deciding on a place to eat. Of all the places you walk by that seem god when your not hungry, it's so hard to finally decide when you are hungry. W.e finally settled on a kebab, and caught a fairly early bus ourselves.
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