It rained today, so we spent the day in - which was really nice after a busy day of shooting and boating yesterday. We slept in a bit later and then went down to breakfast. Today we discovered that we can order a latte macchiato with our croissant, which made us both very happy.
After breakfast we caught up on blogging while our room was being cleaned, then hung out in the room, snuggled, Mac'd around and talked. We both got hungry around 1:30 and decided to go to Como for a quick bite at McDonald's. Johnny had seen a McD's on our way back from Lake Como yesterday and thought it would be a pretty convenient stop for lunch. Well, on our way into Como we spotted a McDonald's sign telling us we should go straight ahead 1500 meters and thought, great, not too far at all. The next sign we saw told us to turn right and it would be ahead in 3 minutes. After 3 minutes there was the next sign which said turn left and it's 6 more minutes. 6 minuter later was the next sign: go right at the roundabout and then straight ahead 2 minutes and you're there. Only we weren't there, we were in the middle of a creepy part of town with no yellow arches in sight. Long story short, we followed like 18 signs and ended up driving all over Como for an hour looking for the stupid McDonald's. Johnny had the idea to route us back the same way we drove yesterday, and we'd surely find it. We finally did, but we had difficulties finding a parking space as all the Italians shopping at the mall next door seemed to use the McD's parking lot as overflow. After circling around forever we found a parking space, went in and ordered two burgers, two fries and two Cokes. Johnny's 1955 burger, we were told, would take longer to make - so we went and sat down and started munching fries while waiting. The wait turned into a longer wait, but finally the burger arrived. The first couple of bites were a huge disappointment. My chicken sandwich was chewy, gross and dried out, and Johnny didn't like his burger either. He went back up to the counter and ordered a Big Mac and a cheeseburger to replace the sandwiches. In the meantime, the rest of our fries got cold. When he came back with our replacements, we chowed them down with the rest of the cold fries and promptly drove back to the hotel. "The good thing is," I told Johnny in the car, "at least I have something interesting to talk about on the blog."
The rest of the day we snuggled, napped and enjoyed the sound of the rain against the window. For dinner we were both in full agreement that staying in and eating at the hotel restaurant was a very good idea.*
That's not exactly how the day ended.
After going downstairs to the hotel restaurant around 8pm, we discovered the whole place was packed with a busload of elderly French tourists. Aside from the nauseating smell of hospital mixed with pasta sauce, we would never have been able to find a table. So we hopped in the car and consulted our navi for a nearby restaurant. We thought one called "Roma" sounded pretty good. But after driving all the way there, "Roma" was more like a Japanese restaurant called Injira or something. We decided to go back to the hotel and see if the tourists had left.
They hadn't. We went to our room and discussed what to do. I looked on Trip Advisor and recommended a pizzeria in the next town. Back in the car again, we drove to the pizzeria and finally found it - in a shady part of town, apparently on someone's front porch connected to their house. That didn't work. I looked on Trip Advisor again and we tried a second restaurant. That was a strange-smelling B&B with tons of surveillance cameras, a walled parking lot and statues of Jesus in the hallway. That didn't work either. At this point it was 9:30pm and both of us were frustrated over having a repeat experience from lunch. We both started to feel like cavemen with spears hunting for hours just to eat our next meal.
After driving around numerous shady towns and finding nothing except "Egypturk" kebab and run-down pizzerias on people's back porches, we decided to just forget dinner and call it a day. On our way back to the hotel, we passed a gelateria. That was the first place in 2 hours that looked yummy. We stopped, went in and got a very delicious ice cream.
And THAT was how the day ended.