My Journal – July 15, 2004Morning came early for me, prompted by the excitement of seeing Gaia again.
Trying to be patient and prepare myself properly, I showered, shaved, and dressed in the best shirt I had in my rucksack. It was still a bit rumpled, so I pulled it off and searched for an iron in the room. Finding the tool, I plugged it in but had to wait a painful ten minutes for it to warm up. Finally, impatiently, I applied the tepid iron to the shirt and managed to press out the worst wrinkles.
“It'll have to do,” I said to myself while holding the shirt at arm's length.
Casa Albertina serves a very fine prima colazione, the first meal of the day, and doesn't rest solely on the European tradition of coffee and rolls. There were several types of sliced meat, mountains of cheeses, fr
