Instead of going to the pool, I opt to just shower and mini pack and get myself ready to go. I also was thinking about possibly using my flat iron for the first time since I've been here. I knew that the conversion is a little different, considering when I use my blow dryer, my warm and low settings over here are now hot and high settings. Instead of putting it on #10 in heat, I put it on #5 and hope that it works out properly. After maybe 90 seconds of the flat iron being on, all of the sudden I hear a pop and a spark comes from the plug and everything shuts off. Oh man! I'm such an ass and I blew a fuse. I quickly unplugged everything and wrapped up the flat iron and quietly said obscenities to myself. I couldn't stop thinking that what if nothing in the hotel works now, because of me?!? Just another "stupid American" move.
I go out my door and it seems like everything is working, so that's good. I end up going to the front desk, since I would like to at least have the air on. My favorite receptionist is down there and confused by my panic. She is like "Ehh, no problem!" (She is the best!) And someone comes up to the room and presses one button and everything turns back on. Seriously, that was it? I could have done that. I thanked her for fixing my mistake.
Tim arrives and we get ready to leave. His co-workers, Lilliana and Christina, agree to drive us to the train station. They are very nice. Lilliana, when asked if it was okay (she was the driver) to even pick us up when we came back from Venice, she replied, "It's pleasure!" I knew what she meant, but it did sound pretty funny.
The train ride wasn't too bad. It was split up a few times. We went from Savigliano to Turin. We grab something to eat at McDonalds (of all places) and then we are back on a train to Bologna. Literally, we were only in Bologna for 15 minutes. We went outside to see what its all about, which probably isn't enough time to be in lunch meat land. At least we can say..."yes, we've been to Bologna!"
From Bologna to Venice, I'm on the edge of my seat. I am sooooo excited! I have heard of what a romantic and beautiful city it was and it was hard for me to not get my hopes up. Even the train to get there was pretty beautiful. We get off the train and reach the exit and....WOW! This place so far is everything I could imagine. It's about 11:00pm and the lights are glistening on the water. There's so many people walking and enjoying the atmosphere. The gondolas are floating in the Grand Canal. I am so thrown back by how friggin pretty this place is. We walked over a porcelain type bridge and circled a couple of corners to reach our hotel. It is a high brick wall blocking the entry and when you enter, it is a blooming garden with a walkway leading to the glass front doors. We enter into the pristine marble lobby and check in. They showed us to our room which was just steps from the front desk and opened the door. Another WOW! this place is beyond any expectation I had. I will post up pictures later, but here is basically what it looks like according to the site.
After trying to get over the awesomeness that just happened, we showered (after riding on trains, you get gross) and fell asleep. We couldn't wait to explore in the morning.
Piiiiiiiimmmppppp.
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