The Bare Essentials
Posted: Sep 28, 2006 4:38am ET
I made it to Florence in pretty good shape.
Not so for my luggage.
It decided to stay at Heathrow, in London, while I carried on with my laptop and tote bag.
My luggage took the path less traveled, which left me clothes-less in Florence, which wasn’t so bad for the first 24 hours.
After checking into my hotel that first night I dined in a great little restaurant a few blocks from the center of town.
We drank a few bottles of wine, and I’d tell you exactly which bottles they were--since I took good notes--but the next day my notepad was either stolen or accidentally taken.
So those notes are not close at hand.
I now have the notebook back. (A waiter at another restaurant the next night noticed someone else with it. While dining, I had met an old friend from the States, got up to greet him and say hello, and left my pad at a table. It could have easily been my fault--jet lag, short-term memory loss, absent-mindedness, relaxing ... take your pick.)
In the interim, though, someone had picked up the book, perhaps thinking it had been abandoned. He or she then ripped out the pages where I’d scribbled my notes.
When I got it back, all that was missing were my thoughts.
So in the finest of journalistic traditions, I’ll have to make up a few of my own quotes.
Among the treats the first night were a couple of Isole e Olena’s reds, the Cepparello and a Syrah.
We had lots of delicious dishes that would have been great even if I hadn’t been starved to death by a succession of dreary airline meals. I’m not a picky eater, but let’s face it. If you travel much, the food and wine situations in the sky are getting worse and not better.
The next day, Saturday, before heading to my destination farther south in Tuscany, I made one more pass at the airport, hoping my bag and prized wardrobe had found its way to Florence.
No luck there, but one of my friends, Nino, happens to be close to my size, and it turns out he’s an over packer!
He's offered me the pick of his clothes and I’ve left directions to my residence should my bags decide to join me for the rest of my sojourn.