Trip Report Day Seven

Day Seven: Saturday, July 1
We left our beautiful hotel, our best service award hotel on the beautiful shores of Lake Garda and moved on to Jesolo di Lido, a beach resort town. It was sort of like Gulf Shores. Not anything really old, very modern. Well, except for our hole in the wall hotel. Nobody should go from a 365 euro per night hotel down to a 50 euro per night hotel. The funniest part about it was the bathroom. There was no shower stall. The shower was just on the wall; you could take a shower and go to the bathroom at the same time! Talk about multi-tasking. I guess you could also lean over and brush your teeth in the sink at the same time. EEWww.

  The first thing we did was put on our swimsuits and head to the beach. I wish we had had better instructions about how the beaches work. These were crowded beaches. Each hotel had areas reserved with lounge chairs and umbrellas. Unfortunately, we got chewed out by some Italians (at least we thought they were chewing us out—we couldn’t understand a word they were saying—Theo just kept saying “mi dispeaci, mi dispeaci”) who acted like we shouldn’t be there. We saw the sign that said “Hotel Storione”, but we were in Hotel Storione 2. A helpful bagnino (lifeguard, we later figured out) took us 100 meters or so down the beach, and we settled in again. The Adriatic sea is nice and warm. It was a lot warmer than I thought it would be. I really enjoyed swimming in it. I didn’t really care for the crowds, though. Or the wrinkly old ladies in bikinis and old men in speedos.

Our concert was okay, definitely not one of my favorites of the trip. It’s going to be hard to beat playing in a cathedral. I don’t really like playing outside. It was hard to see the music with the lighting they had. We had two songs left when it starting raining while we were playing “Rolling Thunder”. We quickly stopped and put up our instruments and wet music and scattered to find shelter. A close by phone booth provided a great shelter.

It stopped raining, so we went to get gelato and head back to the hotel. I wanted to call home so I could tell Marc to bring a few things I needed, and we tried four different phones, and none worked. We had some hilarious moments with Sandra and Kim (sorry to wake you up, girls!). And I went to bed way too late AGAIN. I was not impressed with this town. Wish we had just gone on to Venice. But tomorrow, VENICE!