This has been a month. As have all of them I guess. Does the definition of a month change? Depending on your perspective; yes. So what made this month more special than any other month? Why it's friends, travel, and puzzles of course.
I had initially thought not to write about this, but a single sentence from Oskar has caused me to change my mind. (That and a good spreadsheet.) We were talking one night and he said what I was going to do would be a lie. He's right. So here goes...
DCD, Prague, and more
I've been going to DCD since 2013 and have no plans to stop. It has always been a highlight of the puzzling year. This year was no exception. George and I took off for the Netherlands and as is our norm, stopped in Como and Baden Baden on the way to Oskar's. Sadly, this time we took the van as we had a few things to pick up. This just makes for a slightly uncomfortable ride for George and an aching clutch knee for me.
Well, you read about that in the last set of ramblings so I won't do it again. On to Prague.
We drove 9 hours across Germany to Prague on Monday following DCD. Our purpose? To see that darned clock! No. Yes. Sort of. We were there to pick up yet another puzzle collection. I had picked up 1/2 of it in days prior and went back to get the rest. The van was packed to the gills!
After picking up the puzzles, I went for a wander around the town. There I finally saw the astronomical clock. It's been on my list of must do things since I was in elementary school. As an adult, I marveled at the ingenuity of the original clock makers, but honestly, it's a clock. Beautiful, but a clock.
I would have been remiss if I hadn't walked across the Charles Bridge and took a few photos of the beautiful buildings of the city.
Later I wandered around the town, visited a few lego shops, bought a few puzzles, saw the sunflower door (over-rated) and found a beautiful peacock set of windows.
That evening we had dinner with a friend. Sadly, George took a dark beer instead of the Pils and I had wine. Excellent meat though! We discussed puzzles of course, but over the night, I let slip that my MPhil is in History (It was supposed to be a PhD but I had this kid named Katherine and I opted to take the lower degree rather than do the re-writes-she was premature by 3 months and at the time it seemed more important to take care of her), namely the 30 years war, and more specifically the move away from isolationism. (Sadly, American's don't seem to learn from History-but this isn't a political post.) Anyway, I asked where the window was. Next thing we knew, we had a private tour booked for the next morning.
We met our guide at around noon (I let George have a long over due lie-in) and off we went. He gave us some wonderful information on the building up of the city that I did not know, then we left to go see the window.
Now, I'm not bragging, but even the tour guide said I knew more about this aspect of Czech history than he did. He even learned a thing or two about the country during that period of time. I'm glad we used him though, had it not been for him, I would have never found the window that overshadowed 4 years of my life.
Once the tour was over George and I headed into town to go to a puzzle shop I have known about for most of my adult life and it did not disappoint. But first, we stopped to have an authentic Czech sushi lunch.
At the puzzle shop I did my usual "If I don't have it I will buy it" routine, and darn, this time it was a win for the shop. We walked away with 6 bags! Where was I going to put those in the van? (I unbaggged everything and slid puzzles into any corner I could find.) I highly recommend the HRAS - the world of board games and puzzles for anyone going to Prague. The shop while on the small side, holds so many wonderful puzzles and games, and the owner was just the nicest man. Once he realized who we were, he became very enthusiastic and kept pointing out things to George. It was well worth the visit.
From there, we headed back to Italy. 8 hours later and we were at our hotel for the night. We opted to have dinner in the hotel that night and I have to say a few things. First, Venison should never be cooked well. Second, Chocolate has no right to be paired with pasta. Third, the best wine in the world is in Italy. George ordered a tartare and it was amazing.
The next morning we drove back home. Parked the van and our lovely Antonio and Elena were waiting for us. We gave hugs all around and then unloaded.
The drive and all of the excitement took it out of me and I was miserable sick. George went to Dahlia's concert the next evening alone. I slept. Alfonso came to visit us from France and we gave him a tour of the place. It has changed a lot since the last time he was here. He really enjoyed the IPP room and would have spent all day there if there wasn't so much more to show.
We had a few non puzzling friends over for dinners. Life goes on.
This year we were asked to dress for halloween and in typical Roxanne fashion we went all out. The dungeon was decorated, candy was purchased, as was Prosecco and the puzzles were placed on the tables. We ran out of candy 1/2 hour in and I had to raid all of the guest bedrooms and the extra stash. The Prosecco we bought plenty of.
A good time was had by all and as is normal, after we wandered into the square for dinner and a chat with a few locals. After a laugh over a cappuccino we were refereed to as the count and countessa (the usual titles for the past castle nobility). I corrected him and said I was the discount. The name has stuck. This morning I walked past the bar and the owner greeted me with a hearty laugh and a "buon giorno Sconto!" I just love living here.
There has been much work done in the palace. The kitchen cabinets are mostly up, the hood range is in and the pizza oven is mostly finished.
The upper floor has had the shelving brackets installed, and the laundry room is 90% done. The dead cat room has had a gutter installed and the main entrance to the castle has had drains put in place. The dead cat room walls have been plastered over, the keys have been put in place to ensure it doesn't fall over. The list goes on and on. I am really beginning to be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. We were hoping to be in by Thanksgiving. I realized last month this would be impossible. The goal of Christmas this year is also out the window as the master bedroom and bath are still a construction zone with unfinished walls, lose wires, and concrete floors. But I can see the end. I really can. The palace is starting to feel warm and homey. It is no longer just a dull shell of a building.
From now until Christmas we have no free time. No trips planned, just guests and of course Babbo Natale e il suo elfo.
