A word about schedules

Yesterday we enjoyed the pool again.  Being really determined to use the available public transportation system, we gamely approached the posted schedule (again).  With lots of internal discussion, we interpreted that there was probably a bus at 2:12.

Rushing down the stairs at 1:59 (didn't want to miss it!), we posted ourselves in the piazza on a convenient bench outside Massimo's place.  And we waited.  And waited. And waited. I chatted with a couple who live in Rome, and the kids wandered down the street with Michael.  We consulted the schedule again. Linea C came and went.  The shuttle that runs on weekends came and went.  Four times.

Sadly, I wandered in to Massimo's and talked to Christina.  I asked her what exactly was meant by "feriali", "giornalieri," and "festivi." As I had started to suspect, "festivi" (festival days) meant Sunday. She was not able to explain the difference between "feriali" and "giornalieri." The latter means "daily" and the former means "normal days" (as in, Monday through Saturday).  Does "daily" include Sundays?  Apparently not, for our purposes.

I finally accosted another bus driver, and he told me that the next bus would be at 4:00.  Sigh.  So we called our hero, who once again squeezed us in to effect a rescue.  He had a full itinerary lined up for the afternoon, so he confessed that he was in a bit of a rush.

Lest you think that we are incompetent twits, I post a copy of the schedules (yes, plural) that are posted for Linea B.  Bear in mind that we had received no schooling in any of these.  And, being Italian and being public transportation, times are very much an approximation...

Love,

Alexandra

p.s. We all had a wonderful time at the pool!  Michael joined us for the first time & couldn't get enough of the slides...

Ashley relaxing at the pool

A view from our spot at the pool (remember we walked to the pool the first time?)