wandering by day

Yesterday we had 16 hours between shifts, so I figured I should take advantage of having the extra free time (after getting some sleep!). I jumped on the trolley, feeling confident after my first experiment with it on Saturday. I made sure I checked what the couple stops before my stop were before getting on. I walked to the same area as the disco, which is near city center and the train station, figuring I would just wander some but not necessarily do the piazzas and expected sights.

I jumped in a cafe/snack bar, thinking I knew enough to order a sandwich. Not so much. (so many questions!) I ordered my sandwich and pointed to the one with red meat and white cheese that I figured looked okay (not having any clue what any of them were - sandwiches here are generally cheese, meat, bread. period.) - but he thought I was pointing to another one. I said yes to it anyway, figuring I'd end up trying something new, since I couldn't begin to guess what it was from looking at it. I still don't know what it was. Maybe some kind of fish? At least I tried something new...but I don't think I'll have that one again.

Afterward I wandered around the train station some - interesting people watching as it was rush hour - but it also made me realize that if I make the rest of this trip by train, I better study up - because there was no way to figure out how to get a ticket for which train at what time etc.

After a while it was time to head toward work, so I went to the street that the map showed had two transit lines that took me where the IBC was. It seemed that only busses were coming this route, so I finally jumped on one. (I don't know why I prefer a train to a bus, but I do.) I studied the stops before mine, but again as the stops went by and I couldn't see what any of them were, I started getting paranoid. When a bunch of people in Olympic jackets got off, I decided to follow. Bad move. Luckily it was rush hour, so it was only a matter of minutes til another one came. This time, I just counted the stops...screw the names.