Pilgrims and Tourists

We are both pilgrims and tourists. Does that make us Purists?

I have spent my limited blog time recording mainly our experiences as pilgrims. I could go on and on and on about our experiences as tourists. I love Italy. I have been treated graciously and yelled at like a dog. I have been moved to tears by an old person begging and called a fascist by a young one. I was awakened out of a dead sleep by a woman shreeking in Italian. She was yelling at me and my entire family. I was sleeping with my shoes on the seat across from me. Appearently this is an offense punishable by fines and, for a second offense, being thrown from the moving train. The Italian trains are filthy but I guess they want to hold onto at least a semblance of dignity. I didn't want to ruin her day but I did hollar back in the style of an Italian that she was free to educate me but that she should never yell at may family again. Times running out. Caio!