Ciao, all! I can say that with confidence now, because last week I learned three whole Italian words (the other two being bongiorno and gratzi). And why, pray tell, did I become almost fluent in Italian? Because last week my husband and I had the amazing opportunity to go to Italy.
Yup, we were pasta-eating, gelato-gorging, salami-devouring gluttons for 7 whole days. It was awesome.
I will recount the highlights of our trip to you via a subject that seemed to be popping up over and over again for me. The theme? Towers. More specifically:
The Towers of Terror
Today, we will cover the first Tower of Terror. This particular one stood in the middle of a small medieval village called San Gimignano, which is 45 minutes outside of Florence.
You may be wondering — yes, Meredith, I understand that it was a tower, but why a tower of TERROR?
I will tell you. In excruciating detail. So my husband and I are all, cool! A tower! Let’s climb up it! Everything is fine as we start ascending. There are very stable stone stairs. No biggie.
I kind of shrugged it off at first and started climbing. But as I got higher and higher, it looked like I was literally dangling in the air above all these stories without anything underneath me. This is what it was like to look down:
I start to get freaked out. My husband is a few levels below me taking pictures. I scream down to him, “Hurry! Come up here!”
He replies that he’ll be there in a minute.
A minute is not fast enough. I scream without shame, “I’m freaking out! I’m FREAKING OUT! I’ve got to keep going! I can’t wait for you!”
So I charge up the rest of the stairs because I’m too scared to just wait there for him but I’m too scared to go back down.
Yeah, you’re seeing a pipe, a warning, and a crazy steep ladder going up through a hole busted out of the brick.
There was no WAY I was going up that ladder into the wide open sky. I mean, who knows what’s up there?!? Bats? Gargoyles that come to life in the middle of the night? Birds whose sole purpose in life is to peck at me until they drive me to my death below?!?
I look up once, scream to my husband, “I’m out like trout!” and zip down the stairs as fast as a I can.
Terror. The entire time.
And don’t worry, the towers AND the terror just keep getting worse. Stay tuned for tomorrow’s tale.