What a weekend. So Thursday night we got back late and were very tried. So we went to sleep and then woke up Friday morning, took a shower, packed, made a garbage run, and went to the bus station. We got a bus and checked in at the train station (which ended up being very easy since we ordered the tickets online) and we got on our train with no problem, and made the switch over at Foligino like we were pros! We made it to Ancona, but realized once we got there we didn’t have the address for the hotel! Oh how much we have to learn! So we went to the info booth and asked and luckily it was literally two minutes from the train station. So we walked over (me with my TWO bags!) and followed the HUGE signs to the hostel, which was of course, CLOSED! We had about 3 hours to kill. So we had a delicious lunch at Pizzy. We thought about trying to go somewhere, but instead found a comfy bench and a gelato shop (what more could a girl ask for) After getting our fill of gelato, Kate, Jeanette and I decided a nap on the bench would be appropriate, but according to Erica, we got weird stares. Oh well, it was a good nap. When 4:30 rolled around we went back to the hostel, and I’m still not sure if they actually had our reservation or not, but we did manage to get a room, 204, which was a very nice room.
Five beds right next to the bathroom. So we set up camp and decided to take a nap for the next two hours (do you sense a pattern?) When we woke up we were all VERY hungry, and after a few attempts to wake sleeping beauty (Erica) we managed to head out on the infamous ¼ bus. We were told by many, and I repeat many, that the ¼ bus would take us to the center of Ancona. So we hopped on, hungrily awaiting the center. However, we never made it to the center. Instead, the bus driver brought us to the sketchy ghetto of Ancona, and simply said “finito” as we looked at him with confusion. THE END!? This couldn’t possibly be the end. This was definitely not the center. So, of course, we got off the bus, and said, uh well lets walk that way. The rest is a blur of tired feet and a hungry stomach. We had a map, but of course, our location was not on the map, because who in their right mind would go to where we were? First stop, hairdressing salon, and when we said we wanted to walk to the center, she laughed. So we decided the autobus might be a good idea. She pointed us in the right direction, and we found a T shop to get the tickets and ran up to the man as he was closing shop.
We then asked him where to get the bus, and we “think” he said, to the lights, left, down, and it should be there. Bus stop was no where to be found. So we walked some more until we finally found a sign for something on the corner of our map! Oh civilization, a beautiful thing. But, I think that led us to a dead end, where we found a cute Italian who helped us get back to the main bus terminal. We booked it to the first restaurant we saw and food never tasted so good. We then waited about 40 minutes for the bus to drive us back to the hostel (which we later realized would have been a 5 minute walk). Needless to say I think we all slept well that night. Saturday morning we woke up around 10 and got dressed for our day at the beach! I had done some research before we left (am I my mothers daughter or what) and found that Ancona wasn’t a hot tourist spot, but there were some nice beaches close by. So we found out EXACTLY how to get to these beaches, and hopped on a bus which only took about ½ hour to Sirolo.
We arrived in Sirolo and grabbed some pizza before heading down to the beach. We ended up walking through this park that had a long list of rules, which basically implied it was a “no fun” park. Very, very sad. There was a sign that explained how you had to hike down to the beach, and it said that it took ½ hour (one way only). I’m embarrassed to admit this, but I thought, and said out loud “one way only? How are we suppose to get back up?” Thankfully Jeanette informed me that “one way only” meant it took ½ hour for one way, we could come back up the same way. I guess I am a true blonde. So from there we hiked down, it said it was easy, but in flip flops, my legs were feeling the burn.
Kate and Erica took a different path on the way down, so when we finally made it to the beach (which was beautiful!) we couldn’t find them. We looked, I repeat, we looked, and walked down to the other side of the beach, but still couldn’t find them. So we set our things down, and then we saw them coming down the beach. Apparently there was some miscommunication and they were waiting for us back up on the path. Luckily we were all back together! Jeanette and I went in the Adriadic sea, which was at first very cold but turned out pretty nice! After a couple of hours we were ready to hit the road, and started the hike back up! Not fun! But we made it, and hopefully will have toned legs to prove it! We took the bus back to Ancona, and the hostel shower never felt so good! First of all, it has been about 2 weeks since I took what I will call a shower.
The “shower” in our apartment consists of a 1X1 square box, with a shower head that reaches about our chests, which likes to let one hot stream of water in the middle of the shower head, with colder water surrounding it. This, however, was a real shower. A shower head above my head, good water pressure, and hot, hot water! Heavenly! So after the shower, we decided to take on the ¼ bus again. We weren’t leaving Ancona without a fight. We did, however, ask the bus driver if this bus went to the center. So were off to the center, which was nice! There was a lot going on, so we finally found a restaurant and were all excited to get something other than pizza, when the waitress came over and told us all they had was pizza because of the soccer game. Just our luck! So pizza it was! So after dinner we walked around for a little bit, I ended up buy a shirt for 2 Euro which was exciting! We came back home and got another good night sleep. Sunday we were up at 9 because we had to be out of the hostel at 9:30 am. So we packed up and headed to the train station, where we got train tickets for the 11:10 train. We sat in the waiting room and a little after 11:00 went to the tracks. We had noticed that it said our train was leaving from track 2ov, but we just figured we should go to track 2 (how soon we would learn our lesson) So we went to track 2, and it was not our train. We then realized that there was a different track 2ov, and we saw it in the distance, with our train..LEAVING! ugh!!!
We had to laugh, there was our train, pulling away from us. Back to the ticket counter, the next train didn’t leave until 2:00. Another 3 hours in the train station, just what we wanted! So we hung out for a while longer! Jeanette and I got some pizza across the street; it was kind of gross though. About 10 minutes before the train was about to leave, I saw 3 girls with huge backpacks walking past us. I was surprised at how much stuff they had, and it made me think of my friend Sarah, who is back packing across Europe this fall. When I looked again, I knew it was Sarah! I called her name, and we both were in shock! What a small world! So anyway, she is backpacking this fall with her two sisters. We were both speechless for a minute, and then she told me how they had been in Greece and had taken a ferry over and were now taking a train to Tuscany. So I guess there was a reason we missed our other train. So we were able to sit together on the train and catch up for a couple of hours which was so nice! It was really cool to see someone from home! So that made my weekend! We transferred trains and then took our last train home. We then got on the bus to head back up to the center. But, as our luck would have it, it was POURING when we got off the bus to take our 10 minute walk home. Guess we didn’t need to shower anymore! We all laughed, it was the perfect ending to our weekend!
Five beds right next to the bathroom. So we set up camp and decided to take a nap for the next two hours (do you sense a pattern?) When we woke up we were all VERY hungry, and after a few attempts to wake sleeping beauty (Erica) we managed to head out on the infamous ¼ bus. We were told by many, and I repeat many, that the ¼ bus would take us to the center of Ancona. So we hopped on, hungrily awaiting the center. However, we never made it to the center. Instead, the bus driver brought us to the sketchy ghetto of Ancona, and simply said “finito” as we looked at him with confusion. THE END!? This couldn’t possibly be the end. This was definitely not the center. So, of course, we got off the bus, and said, uh well lets walk that way. The rest is a blur of tired feet and a hungry stomach. We had a map, but of course, our location was not on the map, because who in their right mind would go to where we were? First stop, hairdressing salon, and when we said we wanted to walk to the center, she laughed. So we decided the autobus might be a good idea. She pointed us in the right direction, and we found a T shop to get the tickets and ran up to the man as he was closing shop. 
We then asked him where to get the bus, and we “think” he said, to the lights, left, down, and it should be there. Bus stop was no where to be found. So we walked some more until we finally found a sign for something on the corner of our map! Oh civilization, a beautiful thing. But, I think that led us to a dead end, where we found a cute Italian who helped us get back to the main bus terminal. We booked it to the first restaurant we saw and food never tasted so good. We then waited about 40 minutes for the bus to drive us back to the hostel (which we later realized would have been a 5 minute walk). Needless to say I think we all slept well that night. Saturday morning we woke up around 10 and got dressed for our day at the beach! I had done some research before we left (am I my mothers daughter or what) and found that Ancona wasn’t a hot tourist spot, but there were some nice beaches close by. So we found out EXACTLY how to get to these beaches, and hopped on a bus which only took about ½ hour to Sirolo. 
We arrived in Sirolo and grabbed some pizza before heading down to the beach. We ended up walking through this park that had a long list of rules, which basically implied it was a “no fun” park. Very, very sad. There was a sign that explained how you had to hike down to the beach, and it said that it took ½ hour (one way only). I’m embarrassed to admit this, but I thought, and said out loud “one way only? How are we suppose to get back up?” Thankfully Jeanette informed me that “one way only” meant it took ½ hour for one way, we could come back up the same way. I guess I am a true blonde. So from there we hiked down, it said it was easy, but in flip flops, my legs were feeling the burn. 
Kate and Erica took a different path on the way down, so when we finally made it to the beach (which was beautiful!) we couldn’t find them. We looked, I repeat, we looked, and walked down to the other side of the beach, but still couldn’t find them. So we set our things down, and then we saw them coming down the beach. Apparently there was some miscommunication and they were waiting for us back up on the path. Luckily we were all back together! Jeanette and I went in the Adriadic sea, which was at first very cold but turned out pretty nice! After a couple of hours we were ready to hit the road, and started the hike back up! Not fun! But we made it, and hopefully will have toned legs to prove it! We took the bus back to Ancona, and the hostel shower never felt so good! First of all, it has been about 2 weeks since I took what I will call a shower. 
The “shower” in our apartment consists of a 1X1 square box, with a shower head that reaches about our chests, which likes to let one hot stream of water in the middle of the shower head, with colder water surrounding it. This, however, was a real shower. A shower head above my head, good water pressure, and hot, hot water! Heavenly! So after the shower, we decided to take on the ¼ bus again. We weren’t leaving Ancona without a fight. We did, however, ask the bus driver if this bus went to the center. So were off to the center, which was nice! There was a lot going on, so we finally found a restaurant and were all excited to get something other than pizza, when the waitress came over and told us all they had was pizza because of the soccer game. Just our luck! So pizza it was! So after dinner we walked around for a little bit, I ended up buy a shirt for 2 Euro which was exciting! We came back home and got another good night sleep. Sunday we were up at 9 because we had to be out of the hostel at 9:30 am. So we packed up and headed to the train station, where we got train tickets for the 11:10 train. We sat in the waiting room and a little after 11:00 went to the tracks. We had noticed that it said our train was leaving from track 2ov, but we just figured we should go to track 2 (how soon we would learn our lesson) So we went to track 2, and it was not our train. We then realized that there was a different track 2ov, and we saw it in the distance, with our train..LEAVING! ugh!!! 
We had to laugh, there was our train, pulling away from us. Back to the ticket counter, the next train didn’t leave until 2:00. Another 3 hours in the train station, just what we wanted! So we hung out for a while longer! Jeanette and I got some pizza across the street; it was kind of gross though. About 10 minutes before the train was about to leave, I saw 3 girls with huge backpacks walking past us. I was surprised at how much stuff they had, and it made me think of my friend Sarah, who is back packing across Europe this fall. When I looked again, I knew it was Sarah! I called her name, and we both were in shock! What a small world! So anyway, she is backpacking this fall with her two sisters. We were both speechless for a minute, and then she told me how they had been in Greece and had taken a ferry over and were now taking a train to Tuscany. So I guess there was a reason we missed our other train. So we were able to sit together on the train and catch up for a couple of hours which was so nice! It was really cool to see someone from home! So that made my weekend! We transferred trains and then took our last train home. We then got on the bus to head back up to the center. But, as our luck would have it, it was POURING when we got off the bus to take our 10 minute walk home. Guess we didn’t need to shower anymore! We all laughed, it was the perfect ending to our weekend!
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