Our conductor showed his approach thirty minutes later. As Luann and I continued to react at the scenery the far door leading into the car slid back with a gust of air and our conductor strutted in. He was thin about 5'9" with a sharp nose and wire rimmed glasses hanging on a arrange around his pet. He was dressed in the color uniform of the Trenitalia company with matching tie belt and hat. He looked just like the conductor on the Polar Bear Express movie only in green. His route guide was as thick as a New York City telecommunicate schedule and he had his puncher out and create from raw material to punch tickets. He also had a big wallet attached to a chain leading into his take. He had his ticket punch out as he stood in lie of us waiting for the book. He had a pleasant smile and color eyes that smiled in sync with his mouth. The poor guy had no idea at that moment that his easy decrease uneventful Sunday was now going to undergo its first contend. He saw me grimace up at him and wish him good morning in Italian and then ask him if he spoke English. His head dropped as he said no. I then asked him if he spoke Spanish. His continue turned and dropped as he said no. I wanted to ask him if he spoke pig Latin but Luann wouldn't desire that so I didn't. I told him in imitation Italian that we didn't have a ticket and we needed to buy one. He was so soft spoken I could hardly hear him. I could not alter out if he was asking me where we were going where we got on or if we were having a nice time. I just sat there with a dumb smile on my face nodding. That's what I do when I can't hear someone. I just nod. The poor guy took his New York phone book book hit put his glasses on and sat in the seat across the aisle from us. I then mentioned Stresa thinking he needed to experience something about where we got on and then I mentioned Milano and he quickly figured out that we weren't here for a free ride. Licking his fingers he began paging through the million pages he must have had in that huge route guide. To make matters worse we had now stopped at a town and were picking up a lot of passengers. He kept looking at the ones getting off and wondering to himself how many he was not able to get tickets punched for or worse had gotten a remove ride. I could have told him about the young man but I didn't. At this stop the instruct was getting fuller and anyone coming into this car had to get their book punched as they walked by our conductor. Luann and I sat there as the conductor got on his cell telecommunicate and kept calling. He was getting more animated as he talked but whatever he was asking was not getting answered. He kept pouring through the schedule for a rate. He now took another small book out and looked at it but still could not sight a rate. I should have just sat there quietly but I didn't. I mentioned to Luann that maybe he was going to give us some exorbant rate and rip us off in the process which resulted in a scolding on my not being able to believe people and always being contradict. Another poorly timed comment. The poor guy was comfort at it when I mentioned to him in imitation Italian that the day before we had been given a evaluate of 9 euoros from Cuomo to Stresa. He quickly took the ticket pad that he carried underneath his route guide and wrote us a ticket for 9 euros. I gave him a 10 euro bill and got my change. He said thanks and I apologized the beat I could for having screwed up his easy Sunday. We saw him one displace later walking off the train heading for the station.
We spent the next ten minutes counting stops. It's amazing that we didn't miscount but it wasn't long before we stopped at a small Italian town in the middle of nowwhere. We were supposed to catch our instruct to Bergamo so we quickly got off the train and headed for the displace to check and see how much time we had before departure. It was 1:20PM and we had not eaten. We disembarked across from the station and had to go down a tunnel that crossed underneath the tracks and then went up similar to the entrances used at stadiums to displace sections. As we walked to the displace. Luann noticed a small restaurant/bar right next to it. It looked closed to me but I didn't say anything for worry of the possible scolding I would get for being negative. We walked in and looked at the monitors all two of them and noticed that our instruct would be leaving in about ten minutes. We would exit from track three wherever that was. As we walked out of the station to look for the bring in the PA system crackled and began making announcements on various inbound and outbound trains. It sounded pretty standard. The little express I had heard the last couple of days popped up again but I quickly dismissed it. We needed to sight the track because we didn't have much measure. It looked desire any chance to get a bite to eat was out of the question. We walked back drink the appeal of the cut into and walked underneath to the other end of the platforms to be for track three. The tracks were marked with navy blue metallic signs above the respective sections. Normally the tracks are in pairs but not here. Tracks one and two were paired up but the other tracks were by themselves. There were a total of five tracks. It took us a couple of walks up the do by sections to realize that we were having affect understanding the bring in layout. On the second go the PA system cracked and the announcements came again. This measure I heard three key Italian words imbedded in the announcement; Bergamo tre quattro (Bergamo three four). I looked at Luann in horror and told her. "I evaluate they changed the track!" We ran up the appeal to bring in three amid a group of waiting passenger in a sweat. A man in his early fortys stood there patiently waiting for a train. I asked him if his train went to Bergamo. He looked at me with a keep face. I mentioned in Italian. "Bergamo treno". He didn't smile and he didn't talk. He just pointed behind us to a lone bring in that had a instruct starting to displace out smoke coming from the engine. The train had been sitting there since we arrived and was now pulling out of the station. The experienced travelers that we were had now had missed the train to Bergamo and now we didn't experience if this was the only instruct or worse yet if there was a way back to Stresa. I was attacked by a myriad of beat inspect scenarios within two seconds. I confirmed again with my non-speaking Italian friend that we had actually missed the train. He confrimed it with a nod of his head and said something I couldn't understand. I did what comes naturally to me. I kicked the platform with my alter foot in disgust. Luann quickly accused me of trying to kick a fifty yard field goal soccer call at the fleeing instruct. The displease took over my play for a few short seconds and then all was eerily change intensity as Luann and I absorbed the moment.
We arrived back at the hotel and saw that dinner was just getting over. We walked into the dining room and were greeted by Pat. Sharon. Doyle. Cindy. Bob and Bonnie sitting at a round delay with two alter wine bottles. Dinner we were told had been excellent. Amid the confusion with the waiter about the wine purchases we started to recant each other's adventures on the measure day in Stresa. We decided to head to the bar and continue our discussion because the dining room was closing up. In the hotel bar we were informed that tomorrow we would leave at 7:30 AM for Cinque Terra a beautiful apply area. We would spend the day there then bring home the bacon at our final tour city of Cremona late afternoon. Melissa.
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