I'm a simple emigrant and I don't intend to go around the mountains

In Verona, the best parking turned out to be under the walls of a cemetery, about which Nadine didn’t tell me. But in the vacant lot there was nothing but a flowers stall, and I, aloud, wondered: what a strange choice of location. She confessed it there, but there were no options left. But 40 meters away there was a great restaurant — Al Capitel. The best pizza, tasty desserts, cheap, Wi-Fi, and the cherry on top: the waiter spoke Russian. Also in Verona lies the famous Juliet’s Balcony, which inspired Shakespeare, and Romeo’s house forgotten by everyone; I even felt offended for him, so please go there too if you visit. At Juliet’s house there are souvenir shops, in one of which they embroidered names for free. A girl asked me where I was from, and embroidered my name in English, and for Nadine, for some reason, she decided to do it in Russian. We didn’t understand at first what she wrote, and then laughed for a long time. We had the patch redone for her. Then we went to Venice. It didn’t stink there. It’s very beautiful everywhere, like in a fairy tale: water-filled alleys, unique bridges, and small boats as public transport — so unusual. It’s also unusual to see this city completely empty. In the most touristy places there were about 20 people, all gondolas were closed. Therefore you had to have a huge desire and go through a whole quest to figure out how to buy a travel pass. And, of course, prices for everything are noticeably higher. But here you must definitely go to Taverna Fontana — their tomato sauce is simply divine. Driving across the Alps of three countries: Germany, Austria and Italy, we decided on the way back to definitely set aside a day for the mountainous region. Merano is an Italian town, with Austrian customs, traditional food is Austrian, and the language is German. Vineyards and mountains — the whole town can be toured in half a day, a wonderful place to spend one’s pension there or rest from the city bustle. Time to go home, we punched in the home address into Google Maps, set it so the route would go only via free roads, and set off. And also for savings, we planned to refuel in Austria, remember? At some point, we notice that the road goes only uphill. At first we didn’t pay it any mind: mountainous terrain. But after a while it became clear that there was absolutely no possibility for the road to go down. We, without a license, driving this car for the second time in our lives, with the fuel gauge almost on empty, climb higher and higher and joke that “we’re not high, the clouds are high.” The signs with altitude marks pass by one after another. If not for our sense of humor and the great experience of joint adventurism behind us, I think we would have panicked. Instead, we simply hysterically giggled, and after every turn tried to feel whether we were already going down. And now we drive into the clouds and see the mark of 2,094 meters. Besides, we see the treetops and the tops of other mountains at our level. Delight and fear. Fortunately, after this mark there was a descent, the fuel gauge showed a little more, and we, alive and unscathed, were home again about five hours later. #World_trips