So you had a bad day...

As our mom said in her comments on this blog, "Remember to keep your sense of humor even if things go wrong as this is all part of the experience and the making of memories."  This day was for you, mother.  

With our best day so far behind us, we awoke slowly and Doran packed the car...blindfolded.  Our goal was to find another country town with a B & B, but some goals you just don't reach I guess.  We fired up the Mondeo again and moved on to Colleferro where we found a cool little market in the middle of town.  Everyone had a "nice" sandwich and we made due with a Coke Zero instead of the prerequisite Coca Cola Light.  It's funny how, back in the US, there's no way the Health Inspector would let someone pop up a tent with a roast pig in it and shave off some sandwiches for passers by.  Other than that, this town was a bust.  Wendy chose the town of Gavignano and after finding it in all of it's beauty, there were no places to stay.  So we took some more vomit inducing windy roads and we had "Gorga on my mind" as we searched in vain for a nice B & B.  Gorga was not the droids we were looking for.  A local Gavignanian librarian pointed us in the direction of Frosinone, where we found a hotel on the GPS that was modern and only a couple years old.  We all were very tired of fruitless driving and were content just to have a spot to sleep.  Internet was readily available and cheap at La Trattoria (which means restaurant but it also had a hotel in it).  Our concierge was a lovely lady named Carolina.  She still spoke English from her 6 yrs in England and she was a blessing and the only savior of the day.  Doug, Wendy and I wanted to get some Coca-Cola Light so we walked the half mile down to the Supermercato.  When we hit the fruit section we all realized how little we have had on this trip and bought some grapes, bananas and pears.  I got some milk (I couldn't read the label and ended up getting whole milk) having commented earlier in the day how much I was dying to drink some milk.  After our walk, naps and blog writing, we didn't feel like searching for a restaurant in town and went downstairs to the one in our hotel instead...big mistake!  Our waitress, we'll call her Cruella, came out and asked if we spoke any Italian.  Of course we said no and she proceeded to quickly mark on the extensive menu, the 5 things we were allowed to order.  Now, this menu had a section for First Courses AND a section for First Courses that are available depending on the day of the week.  This would suggest to me, that section 1 is available ALL THE TIME and section 2 was the plates du jour.  The menu had the same thing for Second Courses and all she said was available was a few items of ALL those sections of the menu.  She was giving us all dirty looks and we had to go get our savior Carolina to help translate because we didn't understand why they would have such a massive menu only to really have 5 things on any given day.  Even Carolina fought with Cruella and once we got something we COULD order, Cruella wouldn't let us order Bruschetta in addition to the Antipasto Misto because it came with Bruschetta already!  What if we wanted more Bruschetta!?!?  Angered and mystified, we got up and left, telling Carolina that she could charge our rooms for the crappy food we got but we were not going to sit around and wait for a bill.  Carolina recommended a new restaurant and as we hopped down the road to Villa del Poggio, Doran commented, "A bad day in Italy is still better than a good day at home."  There was food there and a server that was not difficult so we completed the usually easy task of eating a meal in the city.  On the way home, Doug mentioned our mother's advice again and I said that it wasn't all a bad day...Doug asked what part of the day wasn't crap and I said "We got some delicious fruit and milk."  Crabby and tired, we ignored Ephesians 4:26 and let the sun set on our anger and hoped for a better day tomorrow.