Albergo Giardinetto Bologna

... scattered precrisely at the edge of the lawn. <br>I realize I am humming, and I look about hoping I am not caught.<br>An Older woman stops her bike at the mouth of a path facing the fountain, she pulls ******* her ciggerate before continuing on her journey.<br>This is my last week of really being a toursit. Jumping around from place to place, town to town. Not really staying anywhere long enough to experience ...

Short train ride from Florence after a hair raising trip trying to return the rental car in confusing, congested and traffic restrictied Florence (don't rent a car downtown go to the airport). Bologna is an university town (even Johns Hopkin has a campus). Very historical town with a great plaza area like most towns and a great antique market.

... cabbies, who would not take us, we found a gypsy cab and Mandi bargained him down to a 35 euro ride home. And that's how we ended up blasting along the very roads we had biked earlier, in a random cab just hoping to get home. And we did, he dropped us off right in front of our door. <br><br>The next day, we were headed for the Cinque Terre, and I'll tell you more about that in the next.<br><br>Jael

... is actually the same bus we just got off of, the guy just had to turn around and I guess he didn't think we were going to get back on. So anyway, it took us about an hour to get to our hotel after we got off the train (which was delayed by two hours) but we made it. As we check in i notice that there are six slots with room keys behind the front desk that are not numbered but have names of famous artists. We give the ...

... wanted to go for pasta or a pizza, but no one is open.<br><br>Of course, Mr. Melon man is there in the produce section. Alex says he thinks he may have slept there and waited for our arrival. He says this in English in front of the man, who does speak English...He offers his help to us again, and follows us around the store and then kisses the three of us good bye when we leave. He looks exactly like a young version of John Burgess....we will ...

... Reggie would score three more touchdowns. Our drives usually consisted of a balanced attack, I would pick up 5-10 yards through the air and then Reggie would break off a big run. He's the first back I have played with where if he sees an inkling of daylight he's fast enough to go all the way, not just 20 or 30 yards. No one on the field can catch him, and everyone knows it. When he gets in the open field, the body language of Italian defenders ...

... to the bibloteca (library for you uneducated lot). Also protest for free information somewhere in the middle (a joke that only sam and i will get). We found a local street market that was parallel to the main road that sold everything from street food to strange italian sweets, treats and strangely old movie posters. We also found some strange indian shops which sold samosas for 5E NUTS!!!.

... tremendous. After the appetizer course, Jill turned to Lorella and asked if there would be dessert. There would be, she said, after we finished our first plate, second plate, and a small salad. In all, the meal last over four hours, punctuated by great conversation. At one point we all went around sharing what we would choose to have written on our tombstones. I'll let you guess whose is going to say, "Thanks mom."

... of day-trippers pouring out of the streets away from Piazza delle Erbe, and we somehow missed Verona&#8217;s most famous tourist spot, Juliet&#8217;s mythical balcony from that Shakespeare play, in the small amount of time we had to meander the streets. But we had to press on because dinner was waiting. <br><br>Heading westwards to Brescia and then making for Iseo (a town on a lake of the same name) without any real idea of where we were going, we were hampered ...