Express By Holiday Inn 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.

... journey. We promptly got lost, so we caught a train for a couple of stops to a one horse town with only one road north so we knew we wouldn't get lost. Okay, no problem. But little did we know that there are no back roads in Bologna. No bikepaths. No sidewalks. No shoulders. <br><br>The way they get around in Italy is long two lane highways punctuated by roundabouts, with speed limits of 70 ...

... desk clerk our passports and she looks for the reservation and takes a while to find us in the system. And she tells us our room is Monet. So now I'm really curious about what this room is like. We get in and the place is huge, especially by Italian standards, king bed (actually 2 twins pushed together... not really that comfy but who can complain), satellite tv with English programs, a fridge, a thing to make your pants ...

... whole atmosphere of the city was one of unhurried locals lazily ambling from one place to the next, at ease in the unheralded beauty of their city. Unfortunately I think Lyndsey will remember the place for different reasons: she left her medicine bag in her rucksack at Florence station then promptly developed a stonking headache, which was pretty bad luck. I didn&#8217;t like to ask her wheter it was worse than falling off her bike in Copenhagen or falling out of ...

... two. I told everyone, but somehow Chiba the holder didn't get the memo. He caught snap and instead of flipping it to me just put it on the ground. I stared at it for a few seconds then tried to kick it but by then he had pulled it up and tried to go himself and got licked by two defenders for his trouble. Everyone was laughing. Tisma told Chiba everyone on the field including the Warriors knew it was a fake, except him. We gave up a late touchdown but managed ...

... bolongse sauce and be in a chill city....so i ask the reception if there is a restaurant near by i can have dinner...yes a tratorria just down the road. so i get settled, get a shower, notice ants in the shower...try to plug in my electronics.....cant get one to register..finally get the one over the sink in the bathroom without a shelf to register....please don't drop! so i get dressed and head out to the tratorria.....its about 630p or so.....its a little walk and ...

... to develop in the back of my eyes...my throat feels like a golf ball is growing in it and tears start welting in my eyes...the security guard is repeatedly asking his peers, "telephono taxi di Bologna?" Tears are staining my cheeks as I start breathing deep shallow breaths trying to control myself as I slide down against the wall. I look up from squatting at the security desk with my head in my hands and I see the taxi driver running and looking around the ...

... took the train to Florence, a bus to Siena, and then walked back to our apartment. Two other girls in the group came up with us because they hadn't seen our place yet. They loved our terrace. It will be wonderful when the weather is warm. I hardly go up there now. Anne and I made dinner, tried unsucessfully to go online (there's problems with wireless in our appartment), finally did manage to go online for awhile, then went to bed.

... 20,000 was very impressive and Hoges and I explored it for quite some time. Though it now functions as Verona&#8217;s opera house, both of us independently came to the same conclusion that it could also be put to a slightly different, less Italian, use: Its mini-Melbourne Cricket Ground proportions were absolutely perfect for a game of backyard/park cricket with a large group of friends or extended family. <br><br>As it got dark we were walking against the ...