Friday: Tripping Up. The 9:12 arrived about fifteen minutes late into Torino but it was still just a bit after 11:00. As long as we were in this neck of the woods and are unsure when and if we'll return, we wanted to take in Turin too. We got off the train with no clear clue as to what to do or see. As we really hadn't planned on seeing this city, we, or I should say Jay, didn't do the usual planning.
We were hungry and got two whole fast-food pizzas trying to stay authentic to the trip. Then on the way back we located the Museum for artifacts from ancient Egypt. In the decade after the turn of the last century many Italian archeologists were uncovering ruins from the upper and lower sections of the Nile valley. Therefore, many antiquities have ended up in the city.
We took too long to get aboard the 3:20 back to Genoa. We got on the regional 5:20 which didn't get into our local station until 7:35. I'm still impressed with kilometre-long tunnels on the route here.
It was nice to walk to the hotel knowing that our stuff was already safely inside. We, then, went to get something to eat although we weren't too hungry after the earlier pizzas. We got several chicken kebabs. The Moroccan seller was very friendly and we spent more time guessing each others' countries than for him to get the sandwiches ready. His brother teaches plasma physics in Reno, NV. He hopes to immigrate to Canada. This parents and immediate brothers and sisters have lived in Genoa for nine years. He's Muslim and went on the Haj in 2005. Everybody has a story. Some people have many. Travel is interesting as one's path cross with so many more than during an ordinary day in one's life.