Ready to say good-bye to Croatia, we arrived in Split after a five hour bus ride from Dubrovnik. But when we stepped up to check-in for our high speed ferry trip to Ancona, Italy, the smiling woman told us that bad weather had prevented our ferry from reaching Croatia but she could book us on an 11 hour overnight trip for an additional 100 Euros. Oy. Left with no other option, we said yes and soon we were boarding the Blue Line, circa 1960, ferry across the Adriatic. It was a beautiful evening, and with some Dramamine in our systems, we slept through the rocky ride and woke up staring at the Italian coast.
By the time we got to Italy, all we could think about was food and il vino de la casa, and blogging quickly slipped to the way side. In Bologna, we discovered that if we spent all morning trekking around the city's great shopping streets, we were able to consume a three course lunch. A nice nap, an espresso, and another wander set us up for three or four course dinners. We found luscious stuffed pastas, fluffy, melt-in-your-mouth gnocchi, ragus (even I tried some!), slivers of Parma ham, and some of the best ice cream I've ever eaten. We didn't let il grasso de Bologna (the fat of Bologna, used to describe the richness of the food) get us down, and spent our last meal there at a little osteria near the university downing crostini, more gnocchi, cheese, and limoncello.
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