Jet-Lagged in Padova

Well, we actually made it to Venice and arrived at 4:30 pm on Friday afternoon. We were all exhausted and still had a half hour ride to Padova from the airport. Graziella, our wonderful realtor, had 2 guys meet us at the airport - one with a van for the people and one for the 10 bags plus guitar. We were hot, tired and had neglected to feed our children lunch or make sure that Isabelle had gone to the bathroom. So we had the fun of stopping on the side of the road as she said she was desperate and doing the "potty crotch grab" in the van which she refused, so we went up the road to a rest stop and got a glare from the attendent when I only had a 20 cent piece and sent Bill back with more change. Our B&B apartment is on a typical center city street where the apartments/houses are all behind big medievil looking doors mixed in with the shops, restaurants and gelato places which caused Isabelle to scream (many times and loudly) I'm not living in a store!!! I'm not living in a store!!! And the boys were just quietly confused until the big doors were opened and there you step into a beautiful little courtyard with about a dozen apartments, a huge garden, and two sweet and beautiful Italian nonne to greet us. So we got settled in, had pizza for dinner (which Bill, Kathleen & I devoured and the kids refused) and fell asleep.

The next day everyone was out of sorts and we had all sorts of fun adventures along the lines of one child throwing up in the street, one person peeing on the couch while napping and generally awful behavior which had even the sweet and even-tempered Kathleen ready to pull her hair out. Things calmed down a bit when Bill & I went to the grocery store and came back with the makings for peanut butter and jelly, fruit and cookies. Day 2 has already been much better for all after a solid 10 hours of sleep.

Our little apartment is incredibly charming and I will write all about that on another day.