For those of you that don't know, glamping is a short form for glamour camping (although glamour is not the first word I would use to describe it). We have a big tent with it's own kitchen, 2 bedrooms and a bathroom with a shower. This site is a full resort with huge pools and water slides and kids activities and restaurants and excursions and night life.
Our first night was not pleasant. We went to bed at about 9 but couldn't sleep because of whatever event was going on at the ampitheatre (of which there is an event every night). The music and MC finally finished at 11:15. Then the people in the campsite behind us were very loud until 12:30. We are packed in like sardines, we can hear everything. We are 1 row away from a road and there are extremely loud motorcycles at all hours. At about 6:30 in the morning the roosters and doves start making noise too.
The beauty of the campsite makes up for the lack of sleep. There are blooming hibiscus, geraniums and other flowers everywhere. The bay leaf bushes and rosemary are huge. And of course there are olive trees - I picked an olive off a tree and tried eating it - it was disgusting - I guess it wasn't ripe yet. The resort is on a hill with views of distant olive groves and rolling hills.
We are fitting right in with the Europeans, the kids are drinking Fanta, Christian and I have had our fill of wine, we are enjoying our afternoon naps and 2 hour siesta and we aren't stressed about anything. We even eat dinner after 7 and stay out late at night (since there is no point in going to bed because it is too loud). I can't believe how many kids are still playing outside at 11pm. We just have to get Christian and Blake a speedo and nobody can tell us apart!
Our first night was not pleasant. We went to bed at about 9 but couldn't sleep because of whatever event was going on at the ampitheatre (of which there is an event every night). The music and MC finally finished at 11:15. Then the people in the campsite behind us were very loud until 12:30. We are packed in like sardines, we can hear everything. We are 1 row away from a road and there are extremely loud motorcycles at all hours. At about 6:30 in the morning the roosters and doves start making noise too.
The beauty of the campsite makes up for the lack of sleep. There are blooming hibiscus, geraniums and other flowers everywhere. The bay leaf bushes and rosemary are huge. And of course there are olive trees - I picked an olive off a tree and tried eating it - it was disgusting - I guess it wasn't ripe yet. The resort is on a hill with views of distant olive groves and rolling hills.
We are fitting right in with the Europeans, the kids are drinking Fanta, Christian and I have had our fill of wine, we are enjoying our afternoon naps and 2 hour siesta and we aren't stressed about anything. We even eat dinner after 7 and stay out late at night (since there is no point in going to bed because it is too loud). I can't believe how many kids are still playing outside at 11pm. We just have to get Christian and Blake a speedo and nobody can tell us apart!
Today we attempted to go to Florence to get a taste of Italian culture. We didn't plan it very well, we thought we were going to drive into the city but after talking to the lady at the information office she said under NO circumstances should anyone ever drive to Florence. There is absolutely no parking even for the residents. So we drove to the train station in Figline Valdarno but missed the train by minutes after running down a long graffiti filled pedestrian pathway to the station. The next train was a 2 hour wait so we just came back to the good old resort where life is easy! We tried to learn about Italian culture in Florence but instead we learned about European vacation culture. Most people at this resort seem to be from the Netherlands, England and Italy. It is excellent people watching here.
Last night we watched the resort play of Grease. It was pretty funny to see these Italians lip syncing to an edited version of the movie sound track (talking and songs). They cut out most of the story line but they left in the swear words including of course "look at me I'm Sandra Dee's" Italian F-bomb. It was perfect, our kids didn't even know that was a swear word while there were many knowing smiles on other kids around.
Tomorrow we are off to Nonna's village and Rome. I will try to do one last post from Rome.
Jaida finally got sick of pasta.
Last night we watched the resort play of Grease. It was pretty funny to see these Italians lip syncing to an edited version of the movie sound track (talking and songs). They cut out most of the story line but they left in the swear words including of course "look at me I'm Sandra Dee's" Italian F-bomb. It was perfect, our kids didn't even know that was a swear word while there were many knowing smiles on other kids around.
Tomorrow we are off to Nonna's village and Rome. I will try to do one last post from Rome.
Jaida finally got sick of pasta.
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| our first night in Jaida and Blake's bedroom |
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| Jaida putting on her own sunscreen |
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| watching the sound check for the symphony |
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| shuttling over to the other pool |
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| just before Blake slid on top of Jaida |
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| just before I caught Jaida on the not so lazy river |
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| watching the Italian version of grease |
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| disappointed we missed the train to Florence |
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