Getting there was less of a problem than I thought it would be. Just the usual puzzles with the Italian Railway system. From previous experience we knew you have to validate your tickets, as there are no conductors to punch them. You just stick them in little boxes in the train station, taking care to put them in and move them to the left, a point not that obvious to non-Italians.
The plan was to go from Mestre to a small town called Castelfranco, then get a taxi from there. The ticket office lady initially never seemed to have heard of Castelfranco, but after about three repeats, she gave me tickets, cheap at 3.50 Euros each. Anxious watching of stations later, we got off and staggered up an down the usual stairs with heavy suitcases.
We were concerned that the taxi drive would be long and expensive, like 100 Euros. It turned out to be 50, so that was pleasing.
Throwing economic caution to the winds, we had lunch at the hotel. A delight it was too, with views over the country hills.
This pic is of a road South of Asolo, where we headed in the wrong direction.
The next day was dedicated to a Lavenda or Laundromat expedition to a place about 3km away. A beautiful walk down a wooded hill road, disturbed only by the odd car and lots of cyclists, who all looked retired.
Unfortunately I did not study the map too closely, and paid the price of over shooting the town and walking 2extra ks in the hot sun. Eventually corrected by a friendly person who gave us a lift. We got the mini bus back thank god. See the pic above!
Ever tried to use a laundromat in a foreign language? A bit of a puzzle, but we got there in the end. Day off tomorrow.
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