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We go through medieval gates that mercifully Detleff fits into nicely. The parking is amazingly simple, on the side of the Old High City wall. A terrible thunderstorm keeps us from seeing where we are exactly.
The girls need their morning privacy and I set up shop outside Detlef. Maps, shaving, and practice. Lovely ladies gayly nokking and tokking in Hungarian while they fix breakfast. La vita e bella!
Never had we seen such huge crowds of tourists.
The Gurdybuskerman is so excited that he rushes everyone: Dai Andiamo!
The big famous Ferrara Buskers Festival is only days away.
This is where Mackie and the Gurdyman almost got arrested for animal cruelty. Read Mackie's Woof! Woof! Woof! number 7 for the whole story.
And you never know who those few passerbys are.
And that is how we meet Peter (USA) and Faustina, a bella Mantovian. They very quickly become not only our friends but our rescuing guardian angels.
Detleff. Again.
In the end the Virgin does provide a miracle:
we earn almost 100 euros in the hat, the garage only charges 300 euros and we somehow have the other 200.
Peter asks a very good question:
If we left the USA because our life there was too full of stress, isn't this more stressfull?
The car breaks down and we can hardly pay to fix it. Isn't that just as bad or worse than the stress back in the old life?
I think it over. And over. and over.
And can only say that it's different. Here, living and traveling and busking out of Detlef, with all Europe as the playing field, it is somehow less stressfull for me. Expenses are not death by a thousand cuts, but simply a problem to fix.
On the other hand, the biggest stress of all is being so far away from the Boys in Boston. It is the the true high price that we pay to do this. If we could earn a bit better and have enough to see the boys every three months…
To be continued….
It says, Carlo Goldoni, Father of the Commedia Italiana, lived in this House.
Oh my God!
Absolutely the nicest people in the world!