Or so I thought. I think the guy jacked up the price for my cab from the dock to the train station in Ancona, but I know approximately 20 Italian words and none of them are “highway robbery”
. I am in no position to argue. But whatever. I get my ticket, and get on the train. Kindly, the over the loud speaker, in both English and Italian, they mention a 50 Euro fine if you don’t have your ticket stamped. I’m dumbfounded. Where the heck do I get my ticket stamped. I had enough issues on the train last time I was in Italy and I’d rather not repeat. Luckily the Asian tourist couple behind me knew enough English to say yellow box stamp and point me in the right direction. Score. 5 minutes to go and I’m saved….but it’s broken. Luckily this nice Italian guy came at the exact right time and helped me out. Saved…2 minutes before departure. The rest of the ride was rather unexciting. I went from Ancona to Foligno changed buses and went to Perugia. I got a cab to my hotel which was much farther than the ferry dock to the Ancona train station, but it was less expensive. I checked into my hotel. No internet. Since it was raining out and I couldn’t find the Baci chocolate factory, I was going to stay in and catch up on e-mails all day. Or not. Rather I watch MTV hits….meaning some songs in English, most of which I never heard of before. Guess I might as well practice my Italian. This definitely makes it easier to go to bed early so I can get a good nights rest before Mom and Dad get here on Saturday.
Well, I made it to Italy. Whew! When I showed the border control guy my passport at the dock he got a kick out of it and passed it on to his colleague. He smiled and nodded, then he looked a me and said in Italian, "You're an Italian American?" I responded in the affirmative. Then he decided to test me. Once again in Italian he asked,, “where is your family from?” I responded that my family is from Calabria and Sicily, in Italian of course. I even pronounced Sicily right (I think so anyway because he repeated the places back approvingly). I’m not exactly sure how Sicily is pronounced, but it’s something like Che-chili. I am quite pleased with myself. Welcome to Italy!