St. Mariangellina di Pisa

Italian Treno are fabulouso.

You can see Vesuvius from out the finestri

 

 

You can make Treno noises and no one gives a hoot.

You can meet all sorts people's. Some interestio, some not so....

You can also get from Napoli to Pisa via Rome e Firenze in less than Quattro oro or not.

If and when the Treno to Pisa stops at Empoli, because the vandals stole the handles this what happens maybe.

250 peoples try and get on the buso that arrivia to replace the Treno. Everyone knows what didn't happen, nobody knows what is going to happen and 45 people get the bus. Most of them are Senegalese trinket salesmen heading to Pisa with genuine fake plastic leaning things. 7 others get the only taxi. People running around like train less touristic's.

I went the railway station bar and had prosecco.

Siena started working the crowd.

This the crowd.


 

They a bit shook up.

In the bar I meet the girl. She speak Italiano just like me. She say " bloody italiano Treno!"

I say" oh well I just need an angel and and a miracoli"

She say " allora! Mio name is Mariamiracoliangellico and I have a friend in the taxi business. If you can get some more people's we could buy a taxi to Pisa and splits you differencio"

Just then Siena turns up with two Texan rangers in tow. Ramez and Ryan they called themselves. They were packing heat and looking for a fast ride to Livorno to get their steam packet down to Rome to see the Pope and find themselves in mysterious splendor of the San Pietro cupola.

Mariamiracoliangellico cell fono ringing ringing, the taxi driver on his way. We had to meet him two streets away from the stazione to avoid a scene with the other helplessly stranded souls.

We all left the stazione by different exits and regrouped next to the leaking pipe coming from the oespedale.

The taxi driver looked exactly like Billy Crystals young brother.

45 minutes and $102 euros later we were at the Pisa central railway station forecourt. That is eenglaysio for piazza.

We all had a group hug and went our separate ways to the next adventure. Saved by the miraculosio mariangellico and the company of charming strangers from Texas.

 

Yo, Texans ! This the way up....

 

 

When you get there, you see this...



 

I loaded up the wagon and am on my way to Houston with this.

If getting to Pisa was a piccolo miracoli, then being in the leaning is miraculosio.

I think I believe in miracles now, or I will if you will.

Amore e pace

Leaning Marco of Pisa.



Ciao

Ps. Ryan and Ramez.

A foto of the tower that one of you would have taken ...