I woke to the alarm at 5.45am. We were out the door by 6.40am. The airport bus, the flight (1 hour 20 minutes), then another airport bus in Milan, and the train through the hills to Genova. It's been a day but I love traveling.
I was lucky. There was no rain as I walked along Via XX Settembre from Brignole Station. I arrived, turned on the gas and heating, changed into more appropriate clothes and then was out again. Hunter-gathering.
It's good to be back in Genova. I love this city, so very much.
My USB modem is loaded to go for a month. I have red wine, sparkling water, and not too much else at the moment. I was counting on my favourite pizzeria being open tonight but it's almost 6.30pm and there's nothing happening there yet.
It's pouring down here but that doesn't matter. I've always loved rain. When I lived in Istanbul people would call out compliments to me when it rained. I sparkle in the rain but it's not surprising, given that I grew up in Dunedin and loved living in Fiordland later. Rain is that thing that happens in those places. Excessively at times.
So I have arrived. Now, to start on the work that I came here to do.
