Bologna, Italy to Lyon, France
March 2
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Bologna |
Overnight bus from Bologna to
Lyon. I’m leaving earlier than
both I or Annamaria had planned, but her cousin has been dealing with cancer
and, from a distance at least, seems to be weakening. Annamaria wants to get there to see her before her tours
start in a week and I want her to go as soon as possible. It was a very full week in Bologna and
she was a most gracious and generous friend and hostess. The experiences I had there are enough
to fill a month – and she says she wishes she could have done more. New flavors, new sites, new
friends. I am leaving with a full
heart. We have already started to
make plans about “the next time” - either when she comes to New York with her
marathon group or I return to Europe.
I was hoping that she could be the Tour Guide for my group trip to
France in April, but it doesn’t seem very plausible through EF Tours. Karl is hedging politely.

2:17 on the bus and the
temperature screen says it has gone from 11C to 5C. At one point we passed through long and winding tunnels
through the mountains, perhaps about 2 K in places. I sleep a bit and awake to snow on the ground as the drivers
stop for fuel. Sleep again until
we are stopped and police enter the bus.
They speak French so I realize bienvenue en France! Passports are seen and one younger guy
is escorted off the bus. Cap
pulled down and those pants that barely hang onto the hips. He does not seem terribly concerned,
but the bus leaves him in the company of the police and we drive on into the
night.
High up near the top of the window
the moon looks peacefully down.
Suddenly it disappears and the soft glow it gives to the clouds reveal
the jagged edge of mountains. Ah,
to see this countryside in the daylight.
The mountains are so high around us. Lights are sprinkled up the sides of these peaks, obviously
from houses and buildings but high enough to seem like stars in the sky. A light blue double arc on the left is
so indistinct I cannot make out what it might possibly be. Intrigued. If the moon were only brighter … or better, if the sun were
out. Again and again the midnight
orb plays peek-a-boo behind the friendly French mountains.
Arrival should be about 5:30am in
Lyon, but Agnès and Pat won’t be awake until 7:30 then they are off to work by
8:30. Leaving me and the keys to
the house alone. If I don’t get
some sleep during this bus ride, I will probably take a nap then, especially if
it’s overcast and raining as the weather had stated last time I looked. Otherwise I’ll be anxious to explore my
favorite large city!
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