Day 5: April 19th A few thoughts Language Today I listened. Strange to think many believe I don't listen but today was different. We sat on the train to Verona. A few other passengers. But one overpowered the early morning quiet. He was speaking. Well he seemed to be shouting. I have been persuade by the many that Italian is a gently, lyrical language, the language of love and delicacy so the sound was strange. He shouted. At someone I could not see. It ...

Day 3: April 17th We awoke to dark clouds, a very heavy frost and snow! Yes, it was cold and dark and the tress were covered in a white covering far lower down the slopes than last night. Some of the vans on site had a smattering of snow on their roofs and a little lay on the ground. Inside the van, it was 8C mainly because we kept a little heat on all night. By the time, we left at 9.30 the temperature had risen in the town to 11C. So in possession of a ...