I took a few pictures along the way, which was quite a “way.” The fact that I made it to my hotel without missing my train or getting a little lost was a mini-miracle.
On the plane I spent the majority of my time reading my Italian guide book, focusing on the airport and train station methods to avoid madness and pickpockets. I was more prepared for the trip from the airport in Rome to my hotel in Bologna than I have been for any midterm the last three years in college. And somehow I managed to do everything wrong and still end up right here in my hotel room.
Theses pictures are the only evidence that I made it, or at least that my iPhone made it.
In order, left to right top to bottom: lots of leg room aka “lol”, a super fast train sorta, random tall buildings, my hotel SavHotel, my bed for now, toilet/bidet weird, hotel room key keeps the lights on (took a few tries to figure it out), and i guess that’s a power outlet.