If I, or one of the other people living in the employee flat, get the loan of a car for the weekend or if I can borrow a bike, then excursions can be made.
Treviso is about a half hour away. (Of course if I am driving or riding by myself, it could take hours since I get lost every time I try to navigate at anything more than a medium walk.) It’s an old town surrounded by an ancient wall with some canals running through the outer parts of the town. The bars in the early evening get really lively with people spilling out into the cobblestone streets to stand with their drinks, or sitting outside or along a canal wall. People everywhere visiting. While a spritz (a local bright orange drink with juice and some kind of booze – too syrupy for me) is a popular drink to take after work, this isn’t much of a drinking culture. People sip wine or a spritz and nibble potato chips (which are put in a basket or bowl everywhere with any drink ordered) and visit.
Treviso has canals. And mosquitoes.
An original bridge anchor on display.
Some houses on the canals extend their square footage with metal platforms chained to the wall.
I wouldn't trust that this thing would hold. At least it's a short fall.
Bassano is a little closer, at about 20 minutes away, and a little smaller with a wide river running through it. There is an amazing old wooden and cobblestone bridge over the river.
On the bridge with my flatmate Kali.
Some furniture cleaner with your sour bears?
These are the two closest towns near me. There are factories (for manufacturing clothing, shoes, sportswear and funrniture) all over the farmlands around here. Venice is about one hour from where I live.
If I have transportation, this is what my weekend looks like:
If there is racing happening, the entire event is televised live until it is over. Sometimes I get four solid hours of racing and commentary, even more if two events happen simultaneously.
Oh yeah and Happy Cup usually joins me.