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- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Business Services
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Today we woke up and ate some breakfast. After we had a slow start we then went to the markets to collect some fresh fruit and vegetables. We walked over the crowded Rialto bridge and reached the store where we also buy our fruit and veggies from. We bought various things including, tomatoes, fresh basil, cherries, beans and many other things. After we bought this delicious fresh produce, my dad then bought some fish from the fish market. You could tell ...
... 2 kids, Paolo and Pietro came over. After lunch Vittorino took Aurora, Josh and I to a little grassy area to play soccer. Then some of Aurora's friends came over and we played with their turtles. Then we went back to Aurora's house. After that we met Aurora and Angela's Nonna and Nonno, Adua and Paolo. That night we had dinner at Giannino and Luisa's house. After dinner we met Eddy and two of his kids, Leonardo and Alessandro. After that we went ...
... though as he wanted to put our whites, darks and red all together but we manged to get the No point across, loaded the machines and left.
We walked back to the hotel listening to the church bells and saying how we were going to miss them. We only stopped for gelato which Jen promptly got on her bag, her dress, her shoes etc. Poor thing she was quite upset as it was her new bag and new dress. I washed them out when we got back to the apartment in the sink ...
... today than it was at the weekend - we eventually squeezed on the 3rd one going our way) we headed back to the hotel via the mask shop (yes we bought one) and a pastry shop (eats for work). It started pouring again just as we got back to the hotel. We freshened up, got our bags and headed for the bus station. We again squeezed on a ferry for a very crowded ride to the bus station - and we mean crowded - a Dart in rush hour has nothing like ...
... north of the city, the Alps. We went about an hour north to Bolzano and it truly felt as if we had entered another country. The architecture changed, the street signs were written in other languages, and everything moved a bit more efficiently. Like the parking garage - not only were there real time signs telling you exactly how many spots remained on each level, but there were also little lights above the parking spots that changed color to tell you ...