Travel in Verona: from bad to ... Best Christine Bohner, England, I stood in line for registration at Gatwick Airport when suddenly I heard a voice behind him: "Hi, I'm Michael." Before I was able to say something very clever, like: "So what?" - I turned around and saw that the one who stood behind me, too, was an icon of tour agency "Martin Randall" in the handbag. "Thank God" - I thought to myself. For once I held her tongue, and now the next few days I will not have to apologize to one of my fellow travelers. "Hello" - I smiled and shook his hand. "I am your turlider. Nice to meet you! "-" Michael said. Wow! Carried forth! I sighed with relief and said that we would meet again in Italy. Then I passed inspection. Not the best start, that's for sure. Something I already fatigued from the trip. I never really sociability did not differ, so the prospect to spend four days with strangers to me by people I started to get nervous. Originally there were two reasons to subscribe to this trip. One of them is that the agency "Martin Randall" can get tickets to the opera in Verona. The second reason - very soon I'm going to a longer trip with this company, and I just wanted to feel like it would be. Climbing aboard the plane, I reminded myself that the trip will last four days. What's bad can happen during this time? The streets of Verona Well, everything started not very good. We landed in Verona and waited half an hour, until very officious customs officer slowly checked those passengers who do not have European passports. In the end, we were allowed into the country. We took the luggage and went to the bus. We were taken to the city, the Hotel San Luca, which will be our home for the next four days. The hotel building was the worst of those that I have ever seen. The lobby was not the best - soulless and pale - he seemed to radiate from old age. Wonderful! Our whole group went out to dinner. We went through a large area, past the arena, and I even began to think that things are not so bad. And then we entered the restaurant "Trattoria Tre Marchetti." Those who know me well already, must have heard me on many occasions spoke enthusiastically about the Italian kitchen. Usually a bad meal yet to find a need. We have found it. For a start we were served with beef carpaccio (slices of meat with sauce, approx. Perevi.) That the taste was as if he spent several hours in the refrigerator. The main course was veal, at least we said so. It was such a greasy mystery meat that is rolled in salt tasteless gravy, that's for sure it was impossible to guess what it is. Pudding? It seems they were canned fruit. Well, at least the wine you could drink. I'm a little talk with other members of the group and gradually began to remember their names and faces. My most horrible fears were confirmed. I went to bed with full determination to extract the best out of this unpleasant situation. Read more:
No comments:
Post a Comment