Casalunga Golf Resort
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- Continental Breakfast
- Meeting rooms/conference facilities
- Minbar in room
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Non-smoking rooms
- Reduced mobility rooms
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... car with Bistro (Vino anyone?).
The train also had high speed Wi-Fi which allowed Bill to get some work done while traveling.
After passing through Rimini the train traveled down the coast of the Adriatic Sea until we reached ...
... a cheese tray(parmesan, gorgonzola, etc). and salumi--mixed cold cuts: salami, the prosciutto. And the bread---oh, the bread! We couldn't call it a day without some gelatto to top ourselves off!
By 6:00 pm we're back on a train headed home to Bologna. Sunday we are headed to Milano to visit with our very first Italian ...
... asks if I know why. Of course, it's because we're taking our time, no set, rigid plans, etc. Bill suggests it's because I'm having wine every afternoon!
Now to answer that question, To eat or not to eat? Bologna-so much food, so little time. It's earned it's nickname valiantly. La Grassa--the fat city. Off to Parma tomorrow.
... see what they are up to - plus the barman who first assisted is keeping me informed. They are rather embarrassed about the whole thing. They suspect the girl in 212B didn't realise it was a shared door and has locked it somehow on her way out - not sure how she thought she was going to get in when she returned. At least I have wifi and can be using the time productively while waiting for the door to be opened. About 40 mins later my door is opened - the guy is holding the door ...
... disappeared. Emotions are fickle, slippery things as you probably know: one second you've absolutely laid down the law, the friendship has reached an impasse, you will not be going down that treacherous road again...and the next second you're sobbing uselessly over memories of times gone by and realising that you actually have hardly any memories of a time when this hopeless twit was not, in fact, your best ...