We interrupt this life….

To bring you a new adventure!

Well, not a BIG adventure, but at least another chapter in the “how many places can we go before we die” book.

Right before we headed out in the RV to explore Texas, we took a long planned and repeatedly delayed trip to Greece.  The Peloponnese - and particularly Sparta - had been on the husband’s “must see” list for decades, but life kept happening.

Then the Imp happened and life changed.   

The Imp, slightly less naked.....

 
Now, we’re playing by slightly different rules since our daily and monthly expenses dropped by two thirds.  

Now, we can work one week to pay our regular monthly bills, another week to pay for the irregular but known expenses like car insurance and Christmas, another week to fund the life happens/emergency funds and one week to save for travel.  Once we have enough saved up to travel, off we go!

While in Texas, we planned a semi-spontaneous trip back to Europe to get a few of the tiny countries off “The List.” The micro countries have been on it for quite a while, and the only reason to visit most of them is to say you’ve been there. Well, we’re gettin’ there this time, dammit!

We picked Italy as the country to start from – and Rome in particular, since it has Vatican City (smallest country in the world!)  San Marino is also pretty close to Florence and Milan is close enough to get to Monaco.  We’re ending our trip in Zurich since getting to Liechtenstein from there is relatively easily.  

The Vatican in Rome was simple: just walk in. 

The Colosseum in Rome

The Republic of San Marino (RSM) takes a bit more travel. From Rome to Florence, then to Rimini by train, and then by bus to RSM. Totally worth it. Beautiful countryside, and a quaint old town. Got a pretty cool Tourist visa stamp in the Passport as well. It kinda makes up for all the places we’ve been that we don’t have stamps for. (Looking at you, Mother Russia!)

View from the walls of San Marino

On the way back to Florence from RSM we had a transfer in Bologna.  We walked all over the station, looking at every departure board and couldn’t figure out why we couldn’t find the 4:15 train to Florence.  It’s cuz there wasn’t one!  We were looking at the wrong time on our tickets and we missed our 3:40 train! 

Duomo di Firenze in Florence

The Travel Gods were watching out for us, though – the train to Florence had been delayed and was 20 minutes late.  So, it’s like the Gods held the train for us since we weren’t paying close enough attention. Derp. Thanks Rad.
 

Morning train from Florence to Milan

And Rad was watching out for us again in Milan.  We stood in line forever to get tickets for Saturday to Monaco – we got stuck in front of a crabby old nonni (grandmother) who bitched at everyone in line ahead of her as well as at all of the Italia Rail employees within earshot about the wait.

Once at the counter, we were told that there were no seats on any trains to Monaco the next day.  (Apparently it’s a popular place for Italians to go play on the weekends.)  Boo!  (We bought our tickets to Zurich instead....)

Discouraged, we headed back to our hotel to make a new plan. Once there the wife wielded her internet travel magic and found train tickets that routed us a bit out of the way, but got us to Monaco in about 6.5 hours.  Whew!  

Monaco overlooking the Grande Prix track

View of the harbor from the Grande Prix track

The next morning, we were off to Switzerland, which has two of our favorite things: mountains and chocolate!

We've been to Switzerland before and have always loved the beauty and order of the country.  If we ever expatriate, it's on the list of placed we'd want to live.

From there it was a beautiful train/bus ride over to Liechtenstein to get another passport stamp for the husband and ice cream for the wife :)
 

We were back in Zurich in time for a walk on the river, a cider at an Irish pub while hiding from the spring afternoon rain showers and dinner before it was time to go back to the hotel and pack :( 

Then it was back to the US for us.  Where, upon landing after a 20 hour travel day, discovered that our bags were still in London.  Dammit Rad!!