Our Hotel Fortuna key. Goodbye Fortuna!
Breakfast at the train station. Chocolate-mousse-fillled croissants, cappucino and hot chocolate.
Here is us, the happy honeymooners.
This is the train that took us from Perugia to Terontola.
The train from Terontola to Firenze.
No wonder those Goodfeathers are such fatsos. That's a Mickey D's french fry he's got in his beak.
Treno from Pisa to La Spezia.
This was on the train. It looks like the sort of emergency hammer you use to smash out the window after an accident, but it is CLEARLY labeled "Nothammer".
Once you get out of the little mountain towns the cities look more like California than Perugia. Shot from the train window.
Our private room at the Hostel in Biassa.
More of our Biassa hostel room.
Elly insisted on getting a candid shot of me. "Whut?" I reply. Lulz.
The Biassa hostel had this mural of a backpacker.
View of the sea and La Spezia from the hostel.
Biassa.
Biassa roses.
Elly said "Take a picture of that, Carlie will get it." The next day I would get it too, but not to the same extent.
Rossi is an Italian cinema abot a boxer named Christopher Rossi. The first couple were good, but by the time you get to the ninth movie it gets pretty formulaic. J.K. LAWLERZ.
The hostel is the yellow building on the right.
Panna cotta with caramel sauce, our dessert that night. VERY good.
The hostel room number and key. Less impressive than Hotel Fortuna, but after a long day of trains and hiking it was just as welcoming.
