I know I’ve been remiss in continuing to recap our Italian adventure, but this last week wasn’t terribly inspiring for me–frustration in other quarters drained me of the urge to write anything at all. That said, let’s get back to things.
When we were still planning some of the details of our trip, I thought I knew that I wanted us to spend a day in Milan and maybe do some serious Italian shopping. As the time drew closer though, I wasn’t quite into it–I hadn’t had the urge to shop in a while, and the idea of spending a day shopping was seriously losing its appeal. When Diana suggested Turin as a closer, more culturally-rich alternative, my interest was piqued and settled our decision. She suggested driving to Asti and then taking the train from there as it would be a shorter trip (and we’d have more alternatives for departing trains) than just taking a train from Acqui. Armed with her directions, we set off late in the morning to give it a go:
Tunnels were a common occurrence during our automobile travels
Asti train station. Parking at the train station was…interesting at best, because we couldn’t determine if we needed to pay at the Parcheggio Babilona, and trying to speak to the ticket salesman in stilted Italian didn’t make things easier. We were half-expecting to find our car towed or with a boot when we returned, but happily, that was not the case. We really were able to park for free.
Italian Villanova, sans pretentious university schmucks. Kidding!