After wandering in the snow storm for about an hour – and running into those nice fellows that surprisingly want to go to "street bar" with you, and know words in your language, and try to take you to a street bar that's not on the street level but behind a red curtain upstairs – I decided to get back to the hotel and use the lobby bar. Which was closed. Fortunately my minibar wasn't, and I got the (this time reasonably priced) beer I was looking for.
I almost missed my flight next morning, but in the moment of desperation two friendly Swiss guys shared a cab with me, and I got to the airport in time. I tried offering them money, or even their breakfast, but my offers were politely turned down.
Lessons learned and re-learned:
- Sundays suck everywhere
- People aren't usually nice to you for no reason. I knew this earlier, though, and was cautious enough. Yes, mother, didn't even go inside the building.
- People can be nice to you for whatever reasons. I promised the Swiss guys I will pay the generosity back to somebody else while on this trip.
- Don't assume the airport shuttles are ever there in time. Pick an earlier one. Pick even one before that one.
Next stop Rome – the airport only, though. Then off to Palermo for two nights.
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