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Published: September 13th 2012
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After waking up and having breakfast in La Morra we loaded up and started toward Turin. This is where the shroud of Christ is stored. In the Domo, last time I was here I was unable to see it due to the cathedral being repaired. I hope to see it this time.
We arrived within 2 hours; we walked around Turin and had lunch. We saw sights but couldn’t see the Shroud. Not open, so I read about it, I’ll just have to come back another time.
Bea suggest we stop at a café and have a Bicerin, you say what it’s pronounced “Bitch Er In”. It’s a coffee that has chocolate and cream. Very rich and unique to Turin.
As were leaving we get lost trying to get out of the Turin, I think we passed one cathedral three times before we got it right. Turin is a pretty big city and so that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
After finally getting out of Turin Bea says, you know I that like this town I think I’m coming back.
We decide to drive to toward Lake Maggiore and find a room around 5
pm. As were heading in that direction it starts raining, no big deal, then it starts to hail. It was so hard that we stop under a bridge. After 30 minutes we’re back driving toward the lake.
We get into the town Stressa and the hotel room search starts. Let’s just say Steve has to find a room. This all started years earlier Kirsten pulls up and says go and see if they have any rooms. I look at her with a goggle face and she says I’m driving!
So I go in and fumble with the language of the day. I must say I’ve gotten pretty good with it. In the beginning, I would always get all the info and run out and Kirsten would either approve or turn it down. Over the years I’ve developed my technique.
It’s like writing a status report tell them what they want to hear, hide the details in ways they can’t find out. It works; I find a room I like and basically tell them what they want to hear, always tell them it cost less. It’s a German thing. Oh wait a minute Hedi is reading this, LOL.
I’ve only got caught once, I’m sure it will be noted on my review this year.
We put all of our stuff in the room. Kirsten & Bea are ready to walk around the streets. The sun has come out and they are ready to shop. The village of Stressa is full of nice tourist shops; I just follow and keep looking for a restaurant.
Bea spots an Irish pub and ducks in Kirsten and I follow. We have a drink and we all share one piece of pizza. Bea strikes up conversation with the bar tender that happens to own the place. It doesn’t hurt he’s a good-looking Italian, Eye candy for Bea.
It worked, he recommended a restaurant and it was pretty good. After dinner we walk down to the lake trying to walk off our fullness.
It’s late and I’m ready for bed, one last note our room has a balcony that over looks the quaint streets and lake. Kirsten and Bea like it, except for the HARD bed.
Oh yea, I popped the bubble we’re on the down side of our vacation slope.
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