Monday, July 6th:
I am really happy with my hotel in Bologna. You can't beat the great price I managed to get for being so centrally located. I do miss the breakfast though at Hotel Porta San Mamalo and the cofee there as well as the people who work there. I found the breakfasts to be just ok at Hotel Orologio. There is a big selection, just not many of the foods I prefer to eat in the morning. The one thing that did stand out however was the blood orange orange juice. Wow!! Sooo delicious!!
I am always hesitant taking tours as I don't do well in large groups. The latest thing is giving everyone little iPod like devices while the tour guide speaks into a microphone taht is hooked up to the little iPod like devices. I saw one huge tour group while I was in Bologna where the tour guide was givibg some facts about a building and much of the huge tour group was still half a block away!
Sandra told me about a tour of Bologna offered at the tourist info point. Cost is only €13 and the groups are usually small. I decided to take the tour at the beginning of my stay so that I could investigate new places I learned about more in depth later on. Two other people besides myself signed up for the tour Monday morning. The tour started at 11am and ended at 1 pm. Simona was our tour guide. I had hoped for Emilia, who Sandra raved about but the tourist info point did not know the schedule of the tour guides and since I could not be sure when or if Emilia was conducting any tours the week I was in Bologna I took my chances Monday morning.
Although Simona waa very informative, she seemed to be in a rush and did not seem to welcome questions. I also found it odd that she did not ask us where we were from, if this was our first time or even first day in Bologna, etc., especially since there were only three of us. She even ended the tour ten minutes early and rushed off somewhere. Despite thr rushed presentation, I am very glad I took this tour. I learned many new things about Bologna.
After the tour ended, I went to see one of the oldest porticoes the tour guide told us about. I ended up getting lost. I wandered around for a while, finally figuring out where I was.
By this time I was hungry. I remembered the wonderful piadina like sandwich (more like a wrap but not rolled) that I had last year at Caffe Zamboni. Caffe Zamboni is located near the two towers heading towards the university area. When I arrived I saw the same thing I ate last year in their see through display along with a few other varieties of panini. I think it was called stracchino e rucola. The tables were all full so I ordered mine porta la via (to go).
As I sat on a bench by the towers and peacefully ate my sandwich, a group with a big sign, drums, and a guy with a microphone marched by. They were obviously protesting something. As they turned the corner, they stopped. They started protesting more loudly and a crowd gathered. My curiosity got the better of me, so I got up and walked over to the crowd while continuing to eat my sandwich.
As I turned the corner, I saw a group of police standing in a line dressed in riot gear. I could hear my mother telling me that I should get far away from this protest right away but at the same time, this was far too interesting an event to leave. I made sure that I was standing in a spot where I could easily escape, put my sandwich back in the bag, and grabbed my camera. I think you eill enjoy the shots I took. I wonder if they will work for one of the upcoming PhotoHunt posts.
After taking a few photos, I moved back towards the towers. The protest lasted about 30 minutes. You coukd really see how the protest was blocking all the traffic when atnding near the towers. Buses were stopped and taxi drvers and cars were all stuck in grid lock. I asked a girl that was also watching if she knew what the protest was about. As she began to tell me what she thought it was about, this guy sitting nearby butted in and started speaking rapidly in Italian telling the girl his opinion of what the protest was about.
I picked up about 50% of what he was saying. From what I gathered it was about some law that was just passed, also it was about the upcoming G8, and for good measure, he added that Berlusconi was crazy. I told him how sorry I was that Burlusconi was still in and mentioned how lucky we are that Bush is gone and we hav Obama now. He smiled and congratulated me. He then asked where I was from which led to another whole conversation. At one point he asked me if I needed a room as he had rooms for rent. That was my cue to leave. I later found out when watching the news and reading the paper the following day that a similar protest (same signs) took place in many of the major cities in Italy and from what I understand only the protest in Torino resulted in a few arrests.
That afternoon, I spent one hour searching for a gelateria called funivia, which was recommended by our tour guide. I thought she said it was in or near Piazza Cavour. I never found it but I did visit the beautiful church of San Domenico that I also visited last year. I still had gelato on the brain. I returned to Grom and decided to go out on a limb and try some new flavors, lampone and pesca (raspberry and peach). The raspberry was fabulous. The peach was good but did not compare with the prach I had in Montelupo one summer.
Monday evening, I met a different Simona, a friend of Katia's I have met a few times in Ciccaglio and Rovato for dinner. Simona even joined us for a bike ride once aroind the little island on Lake Iseo. Simona is living in Bologna for the summer for her work. She also brought along two friends. All three have only been in Bologna for about a month.
We met at Neptune's fountain in Piazza Maggiore and decided to go out for a pizza. They did not have any pizzeria in mind. I told them that my tour guide recommended a place nearby. Of course I had no clue exactly where it was located. We finally found it after walking around for about 20 minutes. The restaurant pizzeria is called Scalinatella. The owner was very nice. We all had a wonderful time.
We ordered pizzas and then desserts. I thought that the food was very good. One Simona's friends is from Naples. He seemed to enjoy his pizza but did say that it was nothing like the pizza in Naples. The desserts were all Southern Italian desserts. I can't remember the exact name of mine but it was delicious.
After dinner, Simona and her friends headed home. I walked back to Piazza Maggiore and the movie Food, Inc. was playing. Both in Bologna and in Lucca, chairs are set up for the duration of the nightly movie events. The only difference is that the movies in Bologna are free.
I arrived about 10 or 15 minutes after the movie started. The piazza was packed. Not only were all the chairs filled, but people were sitting on the ground, on the stairs of the church, and standing all around. The movie was ib English with Italian subtitles.
In my opinion, every person in the US should see this movie and be aware of what has happened and is happening to our food. I sat there wondering just what all of the Italians were thinking as the movie played. The piazza was so quiet you could hear a pin dropa throughout the movie. While watching the movie, I was grateful that for at least the next few weeks, I would most likely be eating fresh, safe food. I am not looking forwasrd to eating in the US again. At least Hawaii finally has a Whole Foods as well as a few other health food stores where the food more likely will come from safer sources. I can't say the same though for restaurant food.
Please excuse all of the typos. I am back to blogging using my iPod Touch. I can't deal with the hotel computer and it is too difficult to go back and proofread since the scroll bar doesn't appear.
Thanks again for all of your comments. I do intend to go back and answer some of your questions once I have the time and am back on a normal computer.