Well, I slept like a bloody baby. The bed is magnificent. The rest is okay. You know me, (and some others we know) as soon as I met the chick who owns/runs the joint I decided nothing was going to be ok. But, as I said, the bed was fab and I slept til around 6.30, I think that's when the chick turned up to do breakfast.
Breakfast - let me set the scene - there is one dining room, one table and six chairs around it. Just what I would fricken love (so not) first thing in the morning - sitting around a table with other pleasant people being pleasant. Ain't gunna happen. Especially when I have decided not to like the chick.
I walked in, and there was the chick sitting there talking to some french woman explaining the bus and mini-metro and I walked in and sat down. There was two apples on the table. I wasn't going to have one of those thanks. Each place was set with yoghurt (plain label, plain yoghurt) well I wasn't going to have that either. THEN excitedly B&B chick offered me some orange cake she had made. (The Italians eat cake and pastries for breakfast). Of course little miss contrary "Oh no thanks, Australians don't eat CAKE for breakfast -nose screwed up too of course. So she offered me bread. Yes, thanks. I got two pieces of grain bread cut in half in a basket with three sachets of strawberry jam. Then she offered tea, coffee etc. I said cuppacino please. Got one. Cold. Then french woman's husband and about 16 year old daughter came in so now she had two contraries to deal with. Me and the 16 year old! Anyway, I had a couple of pieces of bread, downed my cold cuppacino and left. Went back to my room, got ready and went and had my nails done.
The girl there was good, we chatted as much as we could, she doesn't understand much English, and understood a little of my Italian and she jabbered on as if I understood everything she was saying, I understood a couple of things. She explained the mini-metro to me so at least I had a bit of a clueish about that. I left her 60 fricken euro lighter and managed to work out the mini metro, I just followed and watched other people (stalked).
The mini metro is FABULOUS!!!! It is like a monorail from the old medieval town at the top of the hill down to the 'modern' town at the bottom of the hill. One of the 'pods' leaves the top town every minute or so, takes about three of four minutes to get to the station (it goes through a tunnel at one stage but I sucked that up) and costs 1.50 for 70 minute ticket. Brilliant. You go down three escalators then reach the monorail, get in the pod, bingo bango. As opposed to the bus that leaves every 30 minutes, takes 20 minutes to get to the station and probably costs three times what the minimetro costs.
When I got down to the station I was an hour early for the stupid train so went for a walk to McDonalds. Ordered coffee and chips. The bloody bitch server gave me my chips then a new lot came out of the fryer and she then gave the young girl who also ordered chips hers. Mine (touristica) were cold. "Scusi signora, ma questa e' non caldo" 'escuse me, but these are not hot' and a big show, threw them in the bin and made a HUGE show of giving me a new lot straight from the fryer. Thanks.
Got the train, got off in Assisi and worked out the bus from the station up to the old town. When I was buying my bus ticket some guy spoke to me in English because I had worked out the bus time table, then he bought his ticket, we went out to the bus stop and there was a back-packing girl who spoke to him in Italian and he asked where she was from, Australia. So the three of us got chatting, she is from Melbourne, he is from Agentina and me. We caught the bus together up the top of the hill and walked around a bit then separated - it was good to talk english to people who understood what I was saying.
I wandered around for a couple of hours, went to to St. Francis of Assisi church - it is the biggest church I have ever seen in the whole world. You are not allowed to take photos - lots of churches like that and I don't get it and I also can't help it if my camera just goes off. Anyway, you walk down a couple of flights of stairs and there he is, St. Francis, laying in his tomb. You just never know what you are going to find here. After a few hours I got the train back, got back to my room and blow me down - my bloody bed isnt made!! Bathroom had been 'done' - new toilet roll - but no fricken towels! So, I went exploring. One of the rooms that has no-one staying in it - (I know this because the door was open and the vac cleaner was in there) so I took a towel from there. I might just need to let the B&B woman know about that in the morning!
So, that brings me to now. I have wandered around looking for somewhere to eat. It's cold outside so people aren't eating at the outside tables so I've come here, off a little side street and they made me take a table inside and down stairs - hope I can find my way out of here. I feel so sorry for them, I am STILLthe only one here and only ordered a 'tart' which is an entree but like a vegie turine. Nice though. Now I'm waiting for some service from them so I can order coffee and get il conto per favore - the bill please.
Not sure where to go tomorrow. Spoletto looking good. So is Trevi. I will decide in the morning.
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