Dog Poop Dodge

We awoke to a gorgeous fall morning filled with sun and cool, crisp air. But we had to spend it getting some boat projects done. Mike took advantage of the dry weather and got some of the leaky windows sealed. I sanded and varnished the navigation station and still haven’t recovered from a few months ago because I still hate it! We then ventured out in the afternoon just as the clouds were starting to roll in. We just made it across the bridge and into new town as the skies opened up. We ran into a café that was perfect because I was hungry and Mike was craving some coffee. Which he enjoyed with the most ridiculous chocolate croissant ever! Again good timing, because the rain stopped just as we were needing to walk off all of that food we just ate. These Italian cities put downtown Seattle to shame. They have wide, tree lined streets, piazzas every few blocks, flourishing businesses lining the sidewalks with attractive apartments above. And this is Taranto, this isn’t even Florence or say Milan. But, what Seattle does have is a law to pick up your dog’s poop. Oh my god, we got on one stretch of sidewalk and started to notice how much there was. And it just kept getting worse and worse. At one point we were on our tip toes jumping along to avoid it all. It was at that point where we decided to cross the street! We finally made it back home, with another walk through old town (amazing but yeah, we won’t be walking through there at night) and settled in for the night. We continued to talk about our plans and have decided to come home the first week of November! We’ve decided to limit our traveling to Italy and a visit to Mike’s dad and step-mom in Vienna. Hopefully 6 weeks should give us enough time to get the rest of our travel fix in, as well as get the boat prepared and ready to put away for awhile. Wow, home in less than 2 months!