On Tuesday we ventured to Bologna. Brittany was returning from Avignon and I wanted to ensure she did not sleep in the train station, although at 1:30am the station was filled with a combination of homeless and those stranded waiting for the next train. Forget about trying to find a seat on the benches on the track. Occupied. Bologna is a beautiful city and has a very different feel than Florence. We stayed at a very nice hotel although the kids forgot their passports and it was such a big ordeal to book an extra room and they did as I told them my other daughter would be arriving after midnight and she has a passport. That night at 2am we arrived at the hotel to be met by a new desk clerk who asked if I was in room 235. Yes I said and I have the passport. Oddly enough he was told that my husband would bring the rest of the passports. I asked him how that would be possible as I don’t have a husband. Anyhow we managed to stay as we had a driver’s license and I told him to photo copy my permesso di siorgiorno…since it took me so long to get it I might as well make some good use of it. And I wrote a note verifying that Melissa was my daughter and left my detail info. If the government would like to investigate…I am in Florence. I also assure the guy that I would email the copies of their passports once we got to Florence. The next morning the clerk from the day before gave me a pathetic look as we checked out. Luckily there was a business man next to me…quite handsome I might add and it appeared the clerk did not want to make a scene and saved his little lecture. I would have given it right back at him. As he began to teach me the Italian way I said “look…the guy last night suggested I email you copies today” Geez…what do you want…blood?
In a huff he says what is the point now…you are leaving. Thank goodness…your airconditioner sucks.
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