Sunday, July 7, 2013

A Rainy Day in Genoa, Italy

After our stressful night in Rome (you can read about it here), we went to our cruise and prepared for departure. This was our second cruise, and we were very, very excited to travel with our parents this time. I remember talking about a Mediterranean cruise as a vague, future, maybe-maybe not event with my parents, and then it actually happened! The Lord is truly gracious. After having dinner, walking around the ship, dancing in an empty room with no music, and a couple of drinks, we were excited about our first port of call, Genoa, Italy. The bulletin promised a nice sunny weather with about 75 degrees for the following morning, and we could not wait to see this wonderful Italian town. 




Needless to say, we were quite disappointed when we found out that the weather was less than cooperating. I had a shawl that my husband had brought from his last tour to Afghanistan which kept me kind of warm, but I was still pretty cold. We took a hop on-hop off bus tour around town (surprisingly, the guide was Russian) and sat on the second floor of the bus, where it was windy (too windy). However, the views were very pretty. 






After several stops, we decided to get off and to look around. It was cloudy and chilly, but not too bad... yet.   Within several minutes we found a house up on the hill and decided to check it out. Here are our men leading the way.



The house turned out to be... an oriental museum! We got to see beautiful Chinese pottery, ancient military uniforms and other artifacts. Who knew that we would learn so much about Asia in Italy!


As soon as we were done with the tour, it started raining. At that point, we weren't too adventurous any more and just wanted to go back to the ship. A street vendor sold us a couple of cheaply made umbrellas for 5 euro each, and we continued on our path. However, it was a little bit too late; we got wet, and my Afghan shawl bled onto my white shirt, completely ruining it. Originally, there were several places we wanted to visit, but the maps that we had did not have a lot of street names and, therefore, were not too useful.


After about ten minutes of trying to figure it out, we gave up, ran to the bus under the pouring rain, and returned to the ship. Unfortunately, I can't tell you much more about Genoa!