TRIESTE, waiting for the bus
If thoughts could manifest themselves into physical acts, that women at the bus station service counter who told Claire and I that our bus for Aquileia left from dock 3 would be biffed. Claire and I waited almost 2 hours for a bus that came into dock 2 FOUR times while we were hanging around dock 3.
AQUILEIA, start of trek
Claire and I begin our scenic "shortcut" to reach the monastery on the other side of town...
AQUILEIA, Claire frolics in a farmer's field
Hmm... If we are seeing the clocktower from THIS angle, then that means we can obviously continue along our shortcut through this field in THAT direction to reach the monastery on the map... After all, our navigational skills are flawless are they not?
AQUILEIA, sexy shop
Claire and I finally emerge from the fields an hour and a half later - it was obviously the layout of the town map we were taking our bearings from that was inaccurate, not our peerless navigational skills. We were very excited to stumble upon this sign, however despite our best efforts we could not find any such shop.
AQUILEIA, Distelleria
Now this is more like it! Where the local schnapps, limoncello and amaretto is produced... Sometimes there are rewards for wandering a few miles off track.
AQUILEIA, back in town
At last, we come upon a familiar view and realise that we are no longer lost in the Italian countryside.
AQUILEIA, views from the clock tower.
As the light begins to fade, we the intrepid explorers rest our aching limbs and survey the fields we were lost in for the better part of the day.
AQUILEIA, graveyard
The picturesque and peaceful local graveyard.
