Whereas San Diego has it’s fair share of weirdly pronounced words, Jamacha and Otay come to mind, most often if you use the Spanish pronunciation you’ll be correct. (Jamacha – the ch is like an sh, and Otay the y is really like an i, so more like Otai.) But this article gives some explanation for the unusual pronunciations of places the state of Colorado. Not that I’ll ever understand Zuni with a long i on the end.
Update – Fixed the link, let’s try this again.
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Today is my 1st Anniversary. I had no idea that I would ever say those words, but life took me in a new direction. It’s been a great year, with a lot of changes, but very few real issues. If being married is really this easy, I’m not sure where the work part comes in.
Much of the credit for that has to go to Stan, since he makes me want to be a better person every day. Thank you for all you do, husband. I look forward to many more.
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Italy Day 12, but more importantly – Wedding Day.
It was a lovely day – everything went off well. Our transport got us into Florence on time, the wedding coordinator had beautiful flowers and the guitar player was great, the location was unique, the ceremony was fun, and the post wedding gelato was a perfect end. The owner of the Villa created a lovely wedding lunch for us, and everyone got a well deserved afternoon nap.
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From our villa outside Florence, we drove to Pisa, about a 45 minute drive. Margie found a very close parking lot to the Field of Miracles, and after a quick lunch, we were walking around the Leaning Tower and Camposanto.
Dave and Katherine climbed up the Tower, with a girl whose family could take the heights.
The Duomo from the upper level of the Baptistry.
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This was a quiet day at the Villa. Stan, Dave, Michelle and I went into the town and pick up supplies for the Villa at the open air market. Then we mostly hung around the villa, swimming and lazing about. It was quite a welcome quiet day.
Stan in the pool.
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Margie had set up a tour for us of the Ufizzi Museum and the Accademia Museum (where the statue of David is kept). We drove to the train station and took the local train into Florence (way better than trying to park).
We walked up the street to the Duomo and the took a right toward the Uffizi (where we were meeting out guide). Stan and I had reconnoitered Florence a bit the week before on our paperwork excursion.
All tour guides have to have something to wave in the air.
We were not allowed to take photos in the Museums, but on the Loggia outside the Palazzo Vecchio is a sculpture area.
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On this day, we picked up our rental cars, packed them up, and headed up the Autostrada toward Rome and Florence. We picked up Dave’ parents at the hotel at the Rome airport, and then navigated our way to our hill top villa outside Florence, Villa Roncavisi.
On the Autostrada.
The Villa
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On this day, we made the trek to Pompeii and Herculanium. It was a long day and many photos were taken.
When we arrived at Pompeii, it was early and the crowds were light. That would not remain the same.
Dave in the theatre.
The group with our tour guide, Rafael. He did a great job at explaining what type of city Pompeii was and why it was important.
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Day 6 was our day to get paperwork done, but we did have a break mid-morning in the Piazza della Signoria where we took a few photos.
Though the paperwork was tedious, once it was over we had a quick lunch and were back on the train to Sorrento.
Giuseppe and Neve, our paperwork helpers.
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On this day, Stan and I had to ride the train up to Florence to do the paperwork that had to be submitted for our wedding. Our original plan was to ride the local train to Naples and take the high speed train to Florence. The struck had closed the local train lines, so we high-tailed it to the docs and took the ferry instead. Which is where we met Michelle, who was on her way back to Naples to site see.
Once on the train to Florence, our trip was quite easy. 
Although Stan learned NOT to choose the Pelegrino Chinatto.
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