I called airport information and learned the airport has a shuttle btwween their two terminals. Since our hotel is a 5 minute walk from one of the shuttle stops between the terminals, we went for it. The agent told us to have the driver point in the general direction of the hotel since we wouldn't be able to see it. Between my poor Italian and his much better English, we exited the shuttle headed in the general direction. While walking we encountered a couple from Denmark; I love those Danes! I asked if they knew where our hotel was? They did! They were staying at the hotel. We became fast friends. They wanted to know how we were able to get there and we were ready to get to the hotel.
At the hotel, we soon learned why everyone was eager to learn of our free egress. Most had taken an expensive taxi from the airport. The hotel restaurant closed at 3pm and didn't reopen until 7pm. Everything out here is closed. A closed bar and broken wifi! The tourists were almost a rabble in the lobby. Hence no posting on Friday.
After getting into our room, Vicky decided she was going to drink our last single wine serving and take a bath. The princess had arrived. I opted to retrace my steps to the airport for provisions. The Danes wanted to go with me since they were hungry and the airport had open restaurants. They have an express store at the airport. I scavenged and made my return. At seven, we ended up grabbing a delicious pizza from a restaurant a block away.
We awoke and headed to the airport. We met Jen at the gate and returned to the hotel. Jen was up all night, but was ready for the sights. We took a bus and subway to Piazza del Duomo. The Cathedral is surrounded by shops with prices as huge as the Cathedral itself. We ate dinner, walked, and then tried the gelato. It was as good as everyone says it is.
Cinque Terre commute tomorrow. Till then:
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