Friday. We are up, showered and Jim has watched his morning dose of Starsky and Hutch so its down for our final breakfast. Once again I point out that Jim is organizing this tour so we are done, packed up and down in the lobby....about two hours ahead of when the train leaves. We lounge round the lobby (Jim is "reading" an Italian version of Entertainment weekly...there was some type of cinghiale incident and something to do with Brad Pitt's mom....) until it's time to leave and then head for the train station. We have several very tight connections and that makes my sweet tour guide very nervous. We make it to Lucca with flying colors, however armed with less than stellar directions to the hotel we take a walking tour of Lucca with bags in hand. It was a bit nerve racking. The street is packed with people, dogs, the occasional car and bicycles by the gross. We finally do arrive at our hotel, climb up two flights of stairs and are greeted by the owner and his wife, who proudly announces that we are staying in "camera gialla" ( the yellow room). It is lovely and even better...the bathroom is huge (well huge by Italian standards!). Looks like Jimmy will be washing his feet again! We eat dinner at an Italian version of Mel's Dinner. It is run by tattooed, cigarette smoking biker/surfer looking Italian and packed to the gills with loud, laughing, singing locals....good thing we made a reservations. The food was wonderful and the atmosphere entertaining. After dinner we walked along the then deserted streets, window shopped and hunted for an open gelato shop. Travel day is done!
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