If you haven’t taken a train, you don’t know how unpunctual Italians are! The train that was supposed to leave at 7:25 in the morning was still lying on the platform until 45:00. No one from the train company came forward to explain, and there were no eye-catching signs.
Remind passengers, just do it like this.
"How about we go get a refund and change planes? When will we have to wait?" Hong Tao has never seen such a long departure time in China. Domestic trains usually arrive late at the station, and if they have not yet departed, they will be late.
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"Wait a little longer. Can you guarantee that your flight won't be late?" Pan was tired of waiting and replied to Hong Tao angrily.
"Are you going to Florence or Rome? Let me guess, you are tourists from the United States, right? Don't worry, the porters at the train station are on strike. This is the third time this week. You'd better not go.
Change plane, because the porters at the airport are also on strike." At this time, a man in his 30s who looked like Italian football star Roberto Baggio, who was sitting opposite Hong Tao, spoke to Hong Tao, and he spoke in English.
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"How do you know we are American tourists?" Hong Tao rarely meets people who are willing to speak English these days. The Swiss are reluctant to speak, and the Italians really can't speak English well. Now he has someone he can chat with, regardless of the other person's
Are your eyes always darting towards Pan? Anyway, there are still several hours left, so it would be nice to chat.
"Your English is very good, and you are not as rigid as those British guys. Moreover, you dress very casually and don't look like Europeans. Am I right?" That "Baggio" almost caught up with Holmes.
From accent, to clothing
, a lot of things can be seen from the details of his demeanor.
"Hahaha, you guessed it wrong. My name is Hong Tao, and I am Chinese. This is my companion Wang Jian, who is also Chinese. This beautiful lady is also our companion, and she is German." Hong Tao put himself and Wang
Jian's name was told to the man, but Pan's name was not. If she was willing to tell others her name, she would tell it herself.
"Hello, I'm Pan." Sure enough, Pan said his name himself and reached out to shake hands with the man opposite.
"My name is Bartolomeo Bernardo Baggio! I come from the Valle d'Orcia region. You can call me Baggio. You can also call me BB. I like China. Many of my customers are Chinese.
They are very generous and generous, and often bring me gifts." Although this Italian man was introducing himself, his eyes were always fixed on Pan, and his surname was really Baggio. Could it be said that all men named Baggio have such peach blossoms?
Eyes?
"This name suits him very well. He is really good at talking to each other. He has turned us into Americans. It would be great if he could give me another American green card." After hearing Baggio's name, Wang Jian directly spoke in Chinese and
Hong Tao communicated.
"Are you going to Florence? If so, you are welcome to be a guest in my winery. My mother makes good steaks, authentic Florentine steaks, and they taste great. This is my business card." This BB looked at it.
As a businessman, you can't do without sales in three sentences.
"We are not going to Florence. We plan to go to Siena first, and then find a farmhouse to stay for a few days to experience the life of ordinary Italians in Tuscany." Hong Tao glanced at the business card handed over by Baggio, and then
I was surprised. This guy actually had the phone number of the Chinese agent on his business card, and the area code should be Shanghai. It seemed like he really wasn't lying.
"Oh, you know Italy so well. It's not as leisurely, beautiful, and sweet as the farms in Tuscany. You can bask in the sun all day long, drink Giandi wine, and eat all kinds of delicious food. In addition, the girls in Tuscany are like
The grape fields there are just as beautiful, you've gone to the right place!" Mr. BB was like a man on a string when he heard Hong Tao's answer. While praising the beauty of Tuscany, he also patted Hong Tao.
"Mr. Baggio, are you familiar with the farms in the Siena area? Will they let us stay for a few days, and will the price be too expensive?" Pan looked back and forth at the business card, and suddenly showed an uncharacteristically charming smile.
, his speech also became a bit squeaky and cute.
"Hahaha, I guess you asked the right person. I never left there before I went to college. Don't worry, I will help you find a very comfortable farmhouse to live in. I will give you this for free!
"Mr. BB held Pan's helpless hands, gritted his teeth and promised that he would help Hong Tao and the others find a suitable farm. He almost swore to God.
"Gao, that's what we call Gao. Did you see that if she smiles a little and speaks softly, our problems of food and accommodation will be solved? Why does she fall in love with you? It's like a flower stuck in cow dung.
Come on." Wang Jian looked at the scene in front of him and immediately felt something.
"Don't be so mean! You might as well just call her seductive!" Hong Tao glanced at Wang Jian and then at Pan. The smile on her face was no longer so charming, and she secretly winked with Hong Tao.
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The train finally left a few minutes before 8 o'clock. The speed was really not slow. It just took a while every time it entered the station. It was already about 2 o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at Siena Station. The train timetable really came into being.
Deaf ears, ornaments!
This Mr. BB conjured up a double-door car from the parking lot in front of the station like a magic trick, and insisted on taking Hong Tao and his party to live in a farmhouse immediately. Since he was so enthusiastic, Hong Tao couldn't dissuade him.
Although his eyes were a little squinty, his words were quite reliable and he didn't look like a liar.
Siena is a small city built on the top of a mountain, somewhat similar to Chongqing in my country, except that there are no rivers or rivers around the city. In fact, once the train passes through Bologna, it basically enters the Apennine Mountains, with tunnels and bridges all the way to Florence. After leaving the mountains, we entered the hilly area again.
It can be said that these 10 provinces in the entire Tuscany region are located in this hilly area, but the hills here are only hills, not hills. The altitude is very low and the undulations are very gentle. From a distance, it looks like a slightly...
The rolling desert is, of course, a green desert.
It wasn't until BB drove everyone out of the city of Siena that Hong Tao realized that his hometown was dozens of kilometers south of the city. Now his parents, four brothers and two sisters still live in his hometown, that is, he
The place he was talking about was called Valle d'Orcia, and the farmhouse he planned to introduce to Hong Tao and the others was also his parents' home.
"Hey, it's true that the wealth doesn't go to outsiders!" Wang Jian also understood.
"Be content. If we had to look for it ourselves, we might not be able to find it here! And didn't they say there is no room fee?" Hong Tao was already attracted by the scenery outside Siena and had no time to talk to him.
Wang Jian teases poverty.
After coming down from the hills of Siena, the car entered a vineyard that was as far as the eye could see. There were vineyards on both sides of the road, and there were rows of cedar trees on the roadside. When the car arrived
When you are on a high slope, you can suddenly see far away. Unknown crops of various kinds cover the entire ground, one in yellow and one in green, like a large, thick and undulating carpet.
The most beautiful places are not these farmlands, vineyards or woods, but the farmhouses or castles that are mostly built on the tops of high slopes. They are like threads on this carpet, suddenly rising and falling calmly.
It protrudes in the middle, and then uses a part of the red roof or brown stone wall to remind passers-by that this is not a wilderness, but that there are still people living here.
"BB, what are those big castles and half-towers for?" Compared with the beautiful scenery here, the roads here are like shit! Hong Tao carried the camera and planned to lean out of the car window to take a picture of the scenery, but the bumpy road conditions almost made it worse.
I didn't blind myself.
"Those are the Via Francigena roads, which are ancient roads that used to connect Europe and the center of the Roman Empire. Some of the ones you see are castles, some are inns, and some are hospitals and monasteries. Most of them have been abandoned. People who went to Rome for pilgrimage were
We followed this road from Europe to Rome." When talking about the glory of his hometown, BB seemed very happy. He didn't even look at the road. He twisted his neck and turned around to explain loudly to Hong Tao, for fear of Hong Tao.
They couldn't hear clearly and missed a little bit of the glory of their ancestors.
