Hello Italy!
Travel notes. May-2013
30.04. 2013
Morning. Completely unpacked suitcase.
Because yesterday I came home at half past one in the night. Tired and angry. Morning rise - at 6 (no options). Left the airport from home - at 10 o'clock. All okay. Passport and customs control went well.
We took off a little late - 12.30. But they landed in Bergamo on time.
Information from the co-pilot. 13.30
Temperature outside - minus 59.
The flight takes place at an altitude of 11.000 meters.
Speed - 750 km / h. We fly against a strong wind.
At the moment we are flying over the territory of Hungary.
10 minutes later - Budapest
Decline after about 1 hour.
Arrived. 14.00 (local time. Everything is on schedule.
Passport control + luggage = 30 minutes.
At 14.30 I got on the bus to Milano Centrale. I bought a ticket near the bus - 5 euros.
Everything is on schedule again. At 15.30 - on the spot.
On the first floor of the station I found a mobile phone store.
I bought a TIM SIM card for 27 euros (for 2 GB for 1 month).
I stand at the scoreboard - I wait for the info about my Eurostar to be displayed. No and no.
I understand that the eyes begin to look for food. I decided not to go far from the departure board.
Bought a slice of Margherita pizza for 4 euros - decent! I chew, I continue to follow the scoreboard. The pizza is delicious. You can’t even compare with the one we have (I’m talking about Margarita, and not only).
The train boarded at 4:15 pm. So far, all without overlays.
We drive at a decent speed, not 200 km / h, but not a Hyundai, definitely.
Internet is present. From Tim. Sustainable (unlike the Ukrainian Utel).
At 17.10 they checked the tickets: the controller simply dialed the code from my printed electronic version on his device. At this time, a girl approached the controller and showed the smartphone screen - the controller again poked his fingers into his device, and the girl went home.
Here is Brescia. Exactly on schedule - 17.20. Somewhere I read a comment about this city - “luxurious Brescia”. Eh…. And I'm past!
At this time, Alina and Lesha crossed the border.
We are in sync. Let's go further. Next.......
17.36 - Desenzano (Desenzano del Garda).
Left lake! Lake Garda. It's beautiful!
In Verona we stopped exactly on schedule - 17.57.
There was no elevator. I had to walk a couple of stairs with a suitcase.
We'll survive! I left the station building (small Porta-Nuovo station). Where to go? Hard to say. Let's go right. Not to the left!
Well, it won't be me if I go the right way right away.
In short, I got lost out of the blue. I walked around the whole district - until I found it. My pink suitcase will soon be recognized by the locals.
I dragged myself to Loredana at 18.40. The owner of the apartment is very nice.
And the room is amazing! Everything corresponds to the declared. Large and comfortable bed. Lovely handmade lace curtains. Very cozy. I am satisfied.
I booked this room on www. aiarbnb. com. It was the most budget accommodation option in Verona for the right date.
According to the rules of the Verona Commune, I still owe a tourist tax - 2.50 euros. Probably for washing the marble sidewalks on Via Mazzini…. .
I want to take a shower to cheer up after the flight and moving. And faster - meet with Verona.
"In the Basrum" - everything is as usual: a shower, a bidet (an obligatory attribute of Italian hotels). Now I'm ready for the next conquest of Verona.
Went for a walk at 7:30 pm. Walking in the evening is great. My apartment is within walking distance from the center - about 20 minutes.
I started my evening inspection of Verona from the Castelvecchio castle (Castel Vecchio), then walked to the next bridge, Ponte della Vittoria. Photographing at night mode is not very good. But still.
This is a completely different Verona. Italian. Without tourists. No crowds of tourists.
I bought ice cream: lemon + pineapple. Yummy! - for 2.50 - a lot of fun!
Marked on the marble sidewalks - reached the Arena. There was a show going on.
Back wandered already almost deserted streets.
Especially when off center.
Verona is sleeping.
Silence in my apartment. The hostess is not heard, not seen.
The day is over. So intense and emotional.
Today I used several modes of transport:
Taxi, plane, bus, train and legs.
But I'm happy. I'm in Italy.
Till tomorrow.
