With features like, messaging, radio and TV control, everything but the light switch was obsolete, but it provided a fun glimpse into the past.
We were able to check out and walk back to the train station along the optimal route since the roads were all cleared of bike race blockages.
We took the train to Bologna. The early morning sunlight in this little glass vestibule in the train station was lovely:
The train was generally on time and we made it to Bologna in about an hour. After a brief bit of confusion about where to purchase bus tickets from the train station to the airport, we caught the airport bus to the airport with little fuss. It was a normal Monday morning in Bologna. It was refreshing in a way, no tourists, no major historical landmarks, just regular Italians trying to get to work.
We made it to the airport with plenty of time. Cleared security and headed to our gate. The airport in Bologna is not very well appointed. There are very few places to sit, so we just stood near our gate until boarding commenced.
We flew the discount airline, RyanAir, for the first time ever. I don't think we'll use it again. The staff aren't well trained, the boarding is disorganized, the flight was like a two and a half hour infomercial where the poor flight attendants pitched all kinds of random products at their captive audience. The final straw was landing in Sevilla and deplaning on the tarmac and walking a half a klick to the terminal. I guess not paying for a jetway or a tarmac shuttle bus is yet another way to cut costs. Regardless, Laura and I are off RyanAir. I'm sure it works for some people, but not for us.
The airport bus back home ran on time as usual, but it was fairly packed with travelers.
The flat was in one piece when we got home, but a bit stuffy from being closed up in the heat for 3 days.
Laura went back out for class and I went to the gym. Back to the routine.
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