Hi all,
I've just found an Internet Point that speaks English and can help me with this terminal. For those who don't know, I just have a terminal that goes through the TV set. My girls tell me to get a real computer!
My apartment is in the eastern end of Venice, off Via Garibaldi, overlooking a side rio. Very nice except I was told it was on the first flloor, but with 28 steep steps to my door, it's really the second, although I'm the first door I come to. The door is very hard to open, and my first night here, I couldn't get it open to get in. And of course I didn't bring any phone numbers, they were all in the apartment. Fortunately I had met a young American lady that evening, living in Venice for 29 years, who came to my rescue. Seems I hadn't turned the key hard enough.
By The Way - I've always thought that somewhere in my past, I have some Venetian blood. It's true!! Most Venetians talk loudly, and my friend and my girls all complain I talk too loudly. But after raising five children and calling them to dinner from two blocks away, I got used to talking loudly.
This is just a start. I'll be back soon.
Lynanne
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