Hotel Zio Imola
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
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Public transportation in Italy is phenomenal. You really could live here without a car. We decided to take the FrecciaRossa (high speed) from Bologna to Bari. This train can travel along at 300 Km/hr. about 180 MPH. The trip took about 5 ½ hours and was absolutely wonderful. The seats were very comfortable and there was ...
... feet. We sit. We order. We eat. We drink. We have some local wine and a snack. Don't worry. We have a full dinner later in the evening--tagliatelle al ragu, vino and chocolate salami for dessert! It's like a log of ganache or fudge with biscotti mixed in. When it's sliced it looks like salami--OMG!
Friday, our first full day in Bologna, we set our alarm for ...
... the way Jerry spotted an open restaurant that had a special lunch of pasta scampi, white fish and a piece of pan seared calamari (no breading) We stopped and had the special of the day, what a treat! Great meal amongst many locals!
Content with our meal and ready to burn off some calories, we headed back to our B&B. We both thought this was a very memorable day and one we thoroughly enjoyed!
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... fee for the next 3 days, we could already hear the bikes calling us.
We could sit any where we wanted for Friday but had seats in one of the stands for Saturday and Sunday. We wandered around the paddock and checked out all the lined up trailers for the teams - money involved in running a team at this level must be enormous! We even managed to get a quick photo of Aryton Badovini, one of the Superbike riders. The weather has continued to be glorious and ...
... 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 ...