Then we began feeding the toll booths most of the Euros we had. At one, it wouldn't take our paper money and we were sitting there, unsure what to do. There was no one to help. Finally, when the car behind us started getting so anxious they opened the doors, Bianca ran back with a ten-Euro bill and asked them "S'il vous plait" for change. Thankfully, they had some and we were able to get out of France without anymore trouble. We drove to Genova (Genoa) and went to the Aquarium (which is supposed to be the second largest aquarium in all of Europe). I guess there are some things that don't change much between countries and that's fish. They looked just the fish we're used to seeing. They do share an ocean after all.
|They had a pretty awesome shark display|
|Portia pretending to be a dolphin|
We made it to Carro (up in the mountains and the windy roads to get there actually made me a little queasy) near the end of the afternoon and were met by Carlo, the owner of the house. He showed us where to park and showed us around the apartment. It was surprising the conversation that ensured when he asked us where we were from. When we said Utah, he asked us if we were Mormon (which surprised me). We said yes. He said his textile company had been commissioned to provide fabrics for the Mexico City and Rome temples that were being built. Kind of cool, really.
I loved how Italian this little village is. The main street is called Via Nicolo Paganini because this is the hometown to the famous composer and violinist Paganini's paternal grandparents and he used to visit here as a child. It's wonderfully old.
|Mom and Bianca on the main street in Carro, called Via Nicolo Paganini|
|Bianca posing by the picture of Paganini in the house where we stayed|
There are a lot of villages who just sit out by their front door steps, visiting with each other, and they're always so friendly to us, with their "buon giorno"s every day. Everyone keeps fresh flowers by their front doors as well. It's such a pretty little village.
I have to mention this blown-up portrait that hangs out in the living room. The house is filled with pictures and family heirlooms of our friend Carlo. And we couldn't quite get over the fact that this portrait (from the 1500s) looked just like our host, but the really strange part is the name of the man, Moroni. Is it a coincidence that the name is the same unusual name of the angel that stands atop the spire on all of our LDS temples? Probably, but cool nonetheless.
DOORS OF THE DAY
|A door in Carro|
|A door in Carro|