Hotel Il Maglio
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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
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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 ...
So, we finally arrive in Bologna late Thursday morning. We find our AirBnB, dump our luggage and hit the streets of Bologna. We find a narrow little alleyway with markets, shops and bars. Oh the cheeses, the hams hanging from ceilings, the cold cuts--mortadella, salami, pastas-and on and on it goes. The little tables outside, crowding the alley even more, beckon to ...
With no real fixed plan for the day, we enjoyed a very leisurely morning. After a light breakfast at our B&B we set out to catch the bus to take us to the Marina di Revanna a visit to the Adriatic Sea. In the courtyard of our B&B we ran into the owner and discussed our plans for the day. He suggested we ride bikes, of which he had several to borrow for the day. He described a very nice bike trail that would take us most of the way. Being ...
... on the wall beside the track and a bronze statue of Senna. There were flowers on the fence to commemorate the anniversary of his death on 1st May. We then returned to our grandstand to watch some more free practice and the Superstock 600 race. By the way, Jake Lewis started 21st on the grid and finished 19th. Well done Jake! We rode the 2km in to the town square for dinner before heading back to the B&B.
Jonathan Rae won both Superbike races on ...
... 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 ...