Low-cost midlife crisis

The only fixed pre-planned part of this trip was a booking at an apartment in the small village of Sori (which is technically within the boundaries of greater Genoa). As a result, today’s train rides involved the 2-hour trip from the epic Milano Centrale station to Genova Piazza Principe, and then three very short hops (two trains and a bus) to get here.

We will be using the interrail tickets on a couple of days, but probably not that much, so, partly to spare you all a bunch of very sorry Sori puns, I probably will be only posting a little the rest of this week. When you see the view from our terrace, you will also see why

– I met a girl on the Ligurian Coast whose face seemed very familiar

– Genoa?

– Turns out that I didn’t. Sori

Would that joke work better with No, Sori at the end? I feel it might. (Of course, there may be some people among you, who think this joke is unsaveable, but you are wrong. I’m not sure if this genre of joke has a name (the Jamaica joke?), but it is one of the finest genres out there.)