Our train arrived on time, we joined the crowds outside the station – just as it started raining. And not your basic gentle rain. Noooo, we're greeted with resounding claps of thunder & great flashes of lightening. Just what you want to see as you walk along a city full of canals of water!
Hotel Rossi – best description is a Dump. But a clean one – at least we have lights, private toilet and only a short walk from the train station. Plus an incredible collection of doors & keys between us and our rooms. Breakfast is coffee and a hard roll, served by a surly lady (she did smile today!) Hey it's a one *; you get what you pay for.
Jim's cold is worsening and he's going down for the count…sleep. Laurrie's eye infection isn't better and the druggist said she needed to see a doctor. He indicated all she had to do was cross the bridge and turn to the left. After an adamant "don't even think you're going to a hospital by yourself!", we set off. We learned that "turn to the left" meant – turn to the left; get on the vaporetti; make 6 or 7 stops; get off at Ospedale stop; wander thru a maze with signs that say First Aide and finally find the Emergency Room.
Once we finally arrive, I have to admit; the system seems efficient – after Laurrie gave her name, rank, passport number & zip code; we were on our way to the eye clinic – where not one but 2 doctors examine her – about 20 minutes later, prescriptions in hand, we were on our way back to the hotel. The staff at the hospital were friendly and helpful –we got lost more than once and each time someone willingly helped us.
By the time we get settled; it's about 7:00PM. Philip and I cross the bridge to the Ghetto area and find a wonderful deli where we bought fresh Mortedella, cheese, candies, chips & procescco – which we carried back to the room and had a picnic.
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