We went to two or three more hotels and B&B's before we found one that would actually take us. And by that time I'm pretty sure every call on the taxi comms system was working together to try and help us, the newlyweds, find a place to stay. hahaha I love Italy!
From there we were dropped off on a street corner, because of course he wasn't exactly positive where the B&B was located, wished luck, charged a million dollars, and off to the curb and walking once again we went. This time in the dark.
We found the cutie little place but the owner was out with his family for dinner so he said to just wait a little bit and they'd be right back to let us in.
Oh. Did. We. Wait. Like 2 hours. Right back, huh? Love it! Really though, we were totally fine. Or I was at least. Babak paced back and forth for a while. I just perched myself right on the nearest street bench and started pulling snacks out of my mary poppins bag of goodies. Bread and Jam were the main snack of choice. haha, and here's where it really gets good.
So, allow me to paint a picture. Imagine it's dark, you're walking along a dirty sidewalk litered with trash (because the city worker are apparently on strike…really really), on the edge of the sketch part of town, street lamps and scattered and erratic car headlights zooming here and there are the only source of light as you go, and the air is just filled with honking and all the other sounds cars make as they stop, go, screech to a halt, turn on a dime, and crisscross in and out of lanes, everyone trying to get everywhere all at once, and every man for himself. Then suddenly, though I don't know how it could really be "sudden" but that's sure how it seemed by people's facial expression, out of the middle of nowhere appears this girl sitting on a park bench. She's wearing a hat, she's kinda dirty, her boots and clothes appear to be in desperate need of cleaning, she's bundled up with a scarf, surrounded by piles of bags and stuff, there's not really anyone else around her, and she's eating what seems to be bread out of a plastic grocery sack, just ripping a piece off, dunking it in the jar of jam in her other hand and then right on into her mouth. Yeew, right? Like, I hope she washed her hands first. Yeah, that was me. The homeless girl (pun totally intended) sitting in the middle of Napoli late at night, eating out of a plastic bag, covering myself in bread crumbs as I went. It was glorious! All I was missing was a grocery cart and I could have pulled it off like the genuine article. Oh yeah and did I mention that eventually Babak came and sat next to me. Dark skinned, hairy middle eastern guy, so many layers on he looked three times his size, with his wild shoulder length curly hair sticking out in every direction from under his beanie pulled down pretty low to his eyes. The homeless girl and her crazy street friend. Seriously, judging by people's facial expressions and how much more willing they were to walk closer to the street where all the psycho driver were you'd have thought we either looked like we were gonna kill them or we must have smelled REAL bad!
...let's be honest, the latter just might have been true. :)
The old couple eventually showed up. They newlywed thing made it through the door there too and the matron of the house showed us right to a beautiful room with a king size bed. Gratefully after signing some papers Babak fessed up to being my uncle...which always goes over well. Typically something like, laughter--questioning--shock--and then laughter again.
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