Amy will be exploring the sassi without me today because I need to look for my camera! The camera with more than 1600 photos on it! The camera my ex-husband loaned me. Who could have seen this coming? I can’t believe I let my mental foreshadowing turn into reality!
I was fairly certain I left my camera on the bus, but, I checked with Luigi, our taxi driver, first. I carefully crafted my question for him in Italian, then called. He hadn’t found a camera in the car. One of our hosts, who didn’t speak any English, also called Luigi – just to be sure.
So, I skipped breakfast and headed back to the bus station. I really just had a general idea about how to get there – things looks so different in the daylight.
On my way, I passed an older woman on a sidewalk – plodding up the hill. I politely said ‘buongiorno‘ to her. She mumbled ‘magari‘ to herself. It means ‘I wish’. Yep, I get it lady. I asked another man to point me in the right direction. He dismissed me with a wave – like a was a minion. Geez, I asked politely in Italian! Two seconds later, he was asking another for directions.
I finally found my way to the station, but it looked like the train station, not a bus station. Is this where we got off the bus last night? It sure looks like it, but, there aren’t any buses. There’s a train underground. And, a train ticket window – which was closed. Shocker, right?
I asked around. A man pointed ‘over there’. A woman pointed me in the direction I just came from. Miles later, I ended up back at the train station. Finally, there was an agent in the window. And, he was being a pill with two English women at the window. He actually told her to go look ‘it’ up on the internet – whatever ‘it’ was. She told him she didn’t have internet and showed him her unimpressive flip phone. Ok , I like this lady (flip phone camaraderie). She left the window really angry.
I decided to give the agent a go – and, got the same chilly reception. I decided to head back to the B&B to regroup. Miraculously, during my walk, I saw a tiny bus ticket office tucked away. By the way? This train station is also a bus station.
The woman in the ticket office told me no one had turned in a camera. She made a phone call – I heard her ask for Franco. I think he’s in charge of the buses at the end of their runs. He hadn’t come across a camera either. I left my phone number and email address with the woman – and, left the biglietteria with little hope of getting the camera back.
I walked back to the B&B. I decided my afternoon mission would be to find an inexpensive digital camera to get me through the rest of the trip. The B&B host told me to try a shop called Gaudiano – and, to hurry because they would soon be closing for the afternoon. Well, I did find it – but, they sold smart phones!
Time for a break… My Acer Chromebook won’t connect with the internet at the B&B. And, when I tried to use their computer to check my Hotmail account, I was denied access because the computer wasn’t recognized. Hotmail requested I verify my account with my phone – you know, the phone that was stolen in Napoli. Roll eyes… So, I took my little notebook to Ridola Caffè . I had no problems connecting and it felt good to sit down, eat a bit and drink a little.
Amy was at the B&B when I went back. We kicked around town for a bit. I passed on a disposable camera (10 € for 27 photos- ouch!), but found an inexpensive digital camera (99 €) at Foto Genovese. The owner, Antonio, was so nice. (Wow! I have met a lot of Antonios on this trip!) I didn’t commit to buying the camera because I was going to make one more trip to the bus station. But, he opened the package and started charging the battery anyway.
Amy continued shopping and I headed back to the bus station. I figured the same buses would be making the same stops, tonight, so, I was hoping to find the driver we had last night.
There was a controller at the bus station. I told him my dilemma and he called Franco. Poor Franco. He had already been called by the woman at the ticket office. Soon, three more controllers and a couple of teens were involved in my dilemma. The teenage girl made a comment to the controllers about my red legs (I had on leggings with a tunic). She was pretty shocked when I responded – thinking I didn’t understand any Italian. There was a lot of loud talking, laughing, and joking. At one point, Franco showed up in a car with a camera. But, it was not mine.
A short time later, all of the controllers and the teenagers got on buses and left, but, the first controller told me to just stand there and wait. I had no idea what I was waiting for! Half an hour later, Franco returns in his car – again. WITH MY CAMERA! I was so happy. I smothered the poor man with kisses and hugs. Who would have thought I would ever see that camera again?! I stopped into the biglietteria and shared the news with the woman who had helped me. Good peeps!
I returned to the B&B. Amy and our host couldn’t believe my good fortune. After discussing it with Amy, I sheepishly returned to Foto Genovese. He was very happy for me and not the least bit upset about losing a sale.
Dinner was really enjoyable – especially after this emotional day.
Amy and I were seated in the lower level of the restaurant. There was a table of three next to us. They were from Grand Junction, CO! Two adult children were celebrating their mother’s birthday in Italy. Nice! I was really shocked to hear the young man speaking Italian. He told me he had worked at an Italian restaurant in Junction – and, that’s where his learning began.
Our waiter was adorable…
Amy and I shared una panna cotta…
But, our waiter thought we needed another…
I missed a lot of sight seeing today, but, learned a lot more about people. Buona notte!
Oh, and a quick Italian lesson – camera translates to ‘room’ in English!