Cremona, mostly a good experience
Trip Start Feb 02, 2010
97Trip End Feb 02, 2011
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We went to a park and ate our picnic, listened to Radio National podcasts, played cards, knitted and watched the people go past. We had a long night of waiting for the shop to open in the morning. Cremona seemed like a fairly alright, peaceful place.
As we were sitting there waiting, lying there looking up at the trees in the growing dark, from somewhere we could hear singing, chanting and talking amplified but far away
We moved on to sit nearby the soccer pitch behind the park where a game was in progress so we sat and watched that for a while and I knitted some more. Soon the game was over so next came the problem of where to sleep. It was getting quite coolish, not cold but not warm either. Naturally one would go to a hotel or something similar when in a strange city with no warm clothes or bedding. Not us. Felix offered again and again we could go to one if I wanted
I was going to give up, despite how much I wanted to be tough and sleep outside, I was getting cold and still feeling a little under my normal health. As we were walking into the city centre were navi said there were a few hotels close together, we came across a tree that looked very nice. It was some kind of conifer with branches right down to the ground with a warm dry spot underneath that was well hidden. It had an Elderflower tree growing entwined so it looked very pretty too. We climbed under and apart from a few prickles it was pretty good.
We managed to get a few hours sleep under our tree but it was a very long, cold and uncomfortable night. At four in the morning, when there was no more sleep to be had because we were too cold we got up and brushed ourselves off. We decided to go to the train station, which would hopefully open in an hour and be warmer inside. On the way we found a vent with slightly warm air coming out of so we sat on that for a while.
In the station we sat in the waiting room for several hours. I slept most of the time, Felix didn’t though. He sat there observing all the odd looks we were getting until he thought we better move on before we were asked too, we must have looked pretty bummy with our plastic shopping bag, plastic water bottles, a chunk a bread, one bag and both looking a bit grubby from sitting in the dirt when we were trying to fix the bike. We bought some breakfast and wondered back to our park to maybe sleep some more and wait for Autoespert to open.
Finally it did open, we met Illaria who was an absolutely wonderfully lovely lady, such a big kind heart and so excited about travel and the spirit of it. With her translations we bought the part and after a long wait at the station were soon on our way on another series of train rides back to Candia Lonellina. (Which by the way is in the region of Pavia, which produces eighty per-cent of Italy’s rice.)
Our train left the station at twelve thirty; sometime after six we made it back to Candia Lonellina. A funny thing happened at Milano Rogoredo station. Felix was helping me with a sock by picking up my stiches after I had let them all go to undo some of what I had done when a elderly lady walk right up to him, took the knitting out of his hand and took over
By a bit after six we were back with Nina and it was maybe eight by the time Felix had fixed her (and thank goodness the we had the right part to fix the problem, Felix’s diagnosis was correct) and we were back on the road again to Cremona to get the tyres we were going there for in the first place. The tuning was out though so we had to keep stopping to make adjustments.
Now it is dark and we have stopped in among some cornfields and rice paddies next to a pump house and canal who-knows-where fifty kilometres from Cremona. Every truck in Italy seems to be driving past tonight and the dew and mozzies are coming down thick but we have made a warm bed and the air is not too cold. Nina is still a bit sick but hopefully tomorrow we will be with people who know her kind, fingers crossed.