Washing, Laundry, Trains and Busses.

This morning was time for laundry and a sleep in. First was the sleep in, well it was for Katie, I on the other hand was up before seven for who knows why. So while she was sleeping I took my turn on the laundry. I normally have no difficulty with the laundry duties apart from separating the colours, however this morning was different.

When booking this accommodation we made sure it had a washing machine, but this morning, it didn't, that was until it was finally found.The machine is in the bathroom behind two doors, which I just thought were to, well who knows what.

This laundry even comes with a seat.

Now the washer was found and I had loaded it and the detergent it was time to turn it on, easy! Well

as it was all in Italian, and there were no instructions, i pressed buttons for about 10 minutes and bingo it was off.

Translation not included.

It is these little things while traveling that make it worth while, trying to find something, understanding how to operate something, following instructions and directions or just ordering a coffee.  At times they could be frustrating, but for us is part of the holiday and learning different cultures.

After we met Maria, the owner and she followed the italian tradition of taking a copy of our passports, it was off to catch the train...

Train  - a series of connected railway carriages or wagons moved by a locomotive or by integral motors. noun

When i say train, it isn't one on rails, more like the little blue ones in Geelong's foreshore, but bigger and goes on the road. We were to board at 10:30 but realised as we were getting our money out we didn't have any! The train only accepts cash. We both though each other had cash in our wallets and purses. Not to worry, time to find an ATM and well as the saying goes, When in Rome do as the romans do.

We ventured to Pablo's little Cafe and with us talking English and Pablo talking Italian we managed to order Cappuccinos and two croissants. It was when it arrived we noticed the sugar. As with most cafe's the sugar was in the little paper packets, but Pablo being a very proud Italian, has his own printed, see below. This was another of those unexpected moments, to see this man so proud of his little shop where everyone knew him and vice versa.  Most Italian shop owners are like this, it is just a shame there aren't more proud owners in Australia.

We managed to get the little train at 11:30 and were on our way to the St Luca church with its lovely view over Bologna. The train had audio commentary in every language and was quite informative.

The little train

The view from the top was worth the ride.

St. Luca Church

 

Not much else was up the top so we got the next train back down and then wandered into the centre of town for the Red bus tour.

The ride down was much, much faster.

Bologna Porticoes

This was onboard a bus with the roof chopped off. it is setup as a hop on off tour but as the day was now getting late we stayed on for the 90 minutes and listened to the audio commentary and relaxed.

Karl didn't get a headset.

The evening was spent at 'home' and cooked some Spinach and Ricotta Tortellini with some tomato and bacon sauce. It was only from the supermarket, but it is much better than the Latina fresh ones.

One final thought from Katie - Leggings are not pants, should only be worn when exercising.

Tomorrow - Mortadella