Hotel del Castello
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- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Wheelchair accessibility
- 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 ...
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
... night but didn't make the gondola ride too enjoyable for us! Exploring Venice by foot for the day, we didn't get lost due to having Brendan direct us around, he was on your for the first 7 days then met up with the group back in Venice for the day. We were told you hadn't been to Venice if you haven't got lost, I think we'd all agree the vaparetto ride and taxi ride we ...
... 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 ...