Medici Montecatini Terme
Via Venzia 11/B Montecatini Terme, Tuscany, 51016, Italy
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Dublin and Ireland for 8 days...
... the morning. Uncle Jim joined us for a cuppa. We talked a while
then checked out…Uncle Jim walking us to the
bus stop for the airport.(which was right in front of Maryce’s old shop ‘The
Loft’.)"
Flight to Bologna great – I’m pretty sure we both slept for
most of the 2 ½ hours (no, only mikes did) – we disembarked fairly quickly at Bologna and found
ourselves on the bus to the train station just about ...
Buona sera, y'all!
... because it was "Italian" rain! We shuffled into the terminal, waited zombie-like for our luggage, met our first guide - Andrea - and boarded a plush bus for the ride into Montecatini Terme. Andrea kept a running commentary about the sights we passed, towns we'd visit, art we'd encounter all while we stared dully out the window and tried to fathom where the hell we were. Honestly, I was barely listening. I just wanted to get someplace where I could take a shower, brush ...
Silly things always turn out better than expected!
... ISA staff and fellow program members, I was supposed to return on my own for an appointment with the "Questura." What I was going to be doing on this appointment was unbeknown-st to me and I was just ready to be surprised!
The "Questura" is a like a big hall with about twenty different windows and lots of people milling about. There are electronic signs showing what numbers are up next at each counter and you get assigned a number upon entering. I ...
Fiesole
... us pay for the 2 tickets from another bus – common sense solution only it took 3 buses to get the tickets, with the first 2 also being empty !! They should never have let Mr Bean design their system.
What had been a top little day had turned a bit sour, because if it hadn’t been resolved I was far too pretty to do hard time.All’s well that ends well.
We relaxed back at the hotel for a while before ...
Last From Italy
... that if this guy had come, emptied all of Tomo’s money into his backpack, peed on the drawing, then drove a car over Tomo’s pastels, Tomo wouldn’t have lost a wink of sleep or hold a grudge against the guy. I could right a book about Tomo, and maybe one day, I will. We spent most of the next day with him, equally in awe. That night we five, my two buddies, the couple, and myself, reunited with Tomo as he finished, ...


