I waited a few hours before being picked up by a guy who took me to San Remo and there I waited several hours more before being picked up by Sara. Sara amazed me. After hundreds of rich cars passed me by, not even asking me where I was going and most not looking at me, I finally get picked up by this poor woman who works for only 1600 euro’s per month but because of the price of petrol and tolls to get to work, she pays over 500 euros per month in travel, a bunch in taxes so she is left with only a few hundred to pay for housing, utilities and food. However, when she dropped me off in Savona she tried giving me money as well. I wouldn’t take if of course but I’m getting to feel shame for rich people. Those who have (not all), just will not give or try to help but the poor always seem to give what you need and offer more. I wanted to hug here and not just because she was cute. I was so moved by her offering me money when it was obvious she had very little.
Okay, so the first picture of Italy should not be of my shoes but I was heading for Turino and didn't stop at any cool sites though the drive was beautiful.
I made it to Savona and was walking a short distance when my shoe finally gave out on me and I knew it was now a waste of time trying to repair it so I was now forced to pay the money for new shoes. I also needed some food and found a large market so I thought I would get some food then go find some trekking shoes. I have never seen trekking shoes below 50 Euros so far on this trip but figured I would have to bite the bullet. This market was like a Wal-Mart or Tesco’s and while I was walking down the first aisle I realized I passed by the path to the food then thought to myself, why did I go this way, I’m not going to buy anything but food here. However, I decided to go to the end of the aisle then go back on the next. As I came around the corner, they had trekking shoes normally 50 euros, on sale half price and the ones displayed were my size. Coincidence or blessing? I’m guessing blessing.
I made it to Savona and was walking a short distance when my shoe finally gave out on me and I knew it was now a waste of time trying to repair it so I was now forced to pay the money for new shoes. I also needed some food and found a large market so I thought I would get some food then go find some trekking shoes. I have never seen trekking shoes below 50 Euros so far on this trip but figured I would have to bite the bullet. This market was like a Wal-Mart or Tesco’s and while I was walking down the first aisle I realized I passed by the path to the food then thought to myself, why did I go this way, I’m not going to buy anything but food here. However, I decided to go to the end of the aisle then go back on the next. As I came around the corner, they had trekking shoes normally 50 euros, on sale half price and the ones displayed were my size. Coincidence or blessing? I’m guessing blessing.
I finally made it to Torino (previously the capital of Italy) and the first thing I saw in a mall was this cowboy restaurant. It was funny because nobody spoke English.
This was the only map on the wall making Utah and Salt Lake City the most prominent names on the map. Since SLC is not known as a prominent town for cowboys and Indians, I suspected the owner was probably Mormon but when I asked, nobody could tell me.
I hope you can see the Teepee booths in the back. It was a very cute restaurant.
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