Travels in Italy, A Change of Plan and a Lost Credit Card

Bologna Towers Mural

Back in Bologna after the morning in Ferrara we continued our walking tour.

I had read in a guide book that a visitor should allow three to four days to fully appreciate the city (the seventh largest in Italy) but we were rapidly coming to the view that only in our second day we were running out of things to see and do.  We are like that, we do things in a rush, I call it speed sightseeing!

We walked first at what might be described as the new town which was sadly featureless and drab.  Bologna suffered a lot of damage from Allied bombing raids in World-War-Two and hasty ill-considered post-war reconstruction resulted in a whole district of utilitarian concrete buildings.  As the new town expanded Bologna built over most of its  canal network and the water and the history inevitably drained away below the tarmac of the streets and pavements.

We weren’t disappointed to leave this part of the City and made our way back to the historical centre where we made time to have a very late lunch in the market hall where we rested with a beer and some simple artisan food.  All markets seem to have a food hall these days with plenty of good things on offer. The market is always a place to go for good food.

Bologna Statue

We wanted to put the new town far behind us and, let’s be honest forget about it so leaving the market we headed in the opposite direction towards the Cathedral.  We visited it of course but all this did was to confirm Kim’s theory that they are all pretty much the same and I have to say that I can remember little about the visit.

Close to the Cathedral was the Basilica of San Domenico which is best known for a sarcophagus containing the remains of Saint Dominic who was the founder of the Dominican Order of Monks sometime in the thirteenth century.  To prove it there is a x-ray sort of photograph of the interior of the stone coffin which clearly shows a collection of human bones.  Maybe they are Dominic’s.

I like Saint stories but only the hard to believe far-fetched one and I am sorry to report that my research has thrown up nothing much of interest about Saint Dominic in this regard.  In contrast to the Cathedral this church was quite interesting but it was near to closing time and before we had really finished an official came along and told us that we would have to leave.  I was surprised that a church would close for lunch.

St Dominics Basilica

We were in a much more interesting part of the city now with grand boulevards, Renaissance Palaces, all Government Department buildings now and more history around every corner, we liked this side of the city a whole lot better.

On the way back we stopped at a bakery to buy some cake, then at a bar close to our accommodation for a beer and finally to a mini-market for a bottle of cheap wine, this isn’t especially interesting information but I mention it here to provide an audit trail for what was to happen later.

As we drank the wine we reflected on our stay in Bologna, we liked it but the plain truth was that we had seen everything that we wanted to see and were ready to move on.  We were tired of walking and weary of cities, we didn’t like the endless graffiti and we felt a need to get to the coast so we checked with our next hotel in Rimini, they could fit us in for an extra night so we made the decision to move on a day earlier than originally intended.

Bologna Neptune

Even though we were wasting money by leaving Bologna with one night bought and paid for we were pleased with that decision and after we had packed our bags we set off for one last meal in the city.

We went to the same restaurant as the previous three nights.  We always do that, our logic is that once we find somewhere we like why risk going anywhere else and there is enough choice on the menu anyway not to have to repeat a dish.  A friend told me that it is a well known fact that surprisingly you cannot get spaghetti Bolognese in Bologna and maybe that is specifically true but tonight I enjoyed a pasta dish (not spaghetti, I concede) with a Bolognese sauce.

We liked our meal and looked forward to moving on and then I came to pay and discovered my credit card was missing.  Kim said not to worry I must have left it in the room so I paid by cash and so relatively unconcerned we strolled back to the bed and breakfast place.

It wasn’t in the room.  It wasn’t in the room and I know that for certain that it wasn’t in the room because I searched everywhere for it several times over. It wasn’t in the room.  If something is true there is no point wishing it isn’t and eventually I had to concede that it wasn’t in the room, there are only so many times that you can look in the same place and get the same result so I went to the streets and went over the audit trail.  It was in none of these places so I was forced to ring the credit card help-line and report it lost.  Luckily it hadn’t been stolen and used but now I had no credit card for the final few days of the travels.

We walked almost eleven miles today but a lot of that was pacing around the room looking for my credit card!

In the night I had a dream that I had found it inside my pillow case so I put on the lights and searched for it.  It wasn’t there.  Kim wasn’t amused.

Bologna Neptune Statue

35 responses to “Travels in Italy, A Change of Plan and a Lost Credit Card

  1. Trust Kim had a credit card?

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  2. We walk around with you. The way you have described the wallet searching is so right. Glad it wasn’t stolen

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  3. Best far fetched saint story for me is the patron saint of France, St Denis, He was decapitated by a pagan tyrant but just got up, found his head, put it back on and off he went. I always wonder though, “How did he find his head without working eyes?”

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  4. Who’s the patron saint of credit cards I wonder?

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    • Most likely it is Satan!

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      • This should work “The Patron Saint of Lost Luggage – St. Anthony of Padua

        With the help of Anthony of Padua, you’ll never leave the airport empty-handed again. Anthony’s renown for finding lost things actually happened long after he died: When a relic of his went mysteriously missing, Anthony’s followers prayed that it would be returned safely. A “novice” was then motivated to return the prayer book after receiving visions of an angry Anthony.”

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      • A few years ago I visited the Basilica of Padua and always remember the invitation to send a message to St Anthony asking for a favour and then leaving it in a special post box. Hey, Bologna isn’t far from Padua, I could have taken a train and asked for his help!

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      • How would you pay for the train?

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      • Kim had a credit card that we could use to pay for hotels and we could manage the train fares in cash. A ticket is important in Italy as it gets checked several times on a long journey

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      • Have you never considered a Thomas Cook Passport card you load with your chosen currency before travelling at a better rate?

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      • I have never tried that Brian, I usually use a credit card for hotels and such like and take enough cash for daily expenses. I might give it a try though!

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      • We use the Thomas Cook card but there’s other big names. It’s still a MasterCard but loaded with up to 8 different currencies of choice. The rate is always better than using your ordinary card abroad and we preload them whenever the Euro rate looks ok. Champa has one and I have one each loaded with same amount to cover everything. One gets lost or stolen we’re fine with the other.

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      • Good advice, thanks!

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  5. yikes! i had hope with your dream and that was quickly dashed –

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  6. I’m with Kim – I wouldn’t have been amused either! Sorry you lost your card though.

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  7. Never funny losing a credit card, but I did laugh about the dream. Maybe it was symbolic, like saints bones in a casket. To me the symbolism would be that I stuffed it in a really unusual place. I left my camera in a taxi yesterday and it hasn’t shown up. I had 4000 photos on it, including form my summer backpacking trip. Fortunately I download each day! Whew. The camera can be replaced. –Curt

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  8. So sorry the credit card thing happened to you. Ours gets compromised about once a quarter and it seems as if every time it does, we are just about to head out on a trip. It got so bad, that we completely changed our MO. For 25 years of marriage we have operated off one credit card account. This year, we split it up – one account for online bill paying, another account for daily use and another account we use when the main one is compromised yet again. As if to prove my point, as I read your blog my husband started cussing in another part of the house. He’d just gotten a text that someone in Cancun had just used our card. Thankfully, I’d just booked transfers for our upcoming trip!

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    • So it was you then!

      I keep 3 cards, one for travel, one for on-line stuff and one for daily use – fuel, McDonalds etc.

      All with a low credit limit. I was robbed one time in Barcelona and the thieves emptied my bank account. I got the money back but it was a really stressful experience!

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  9. Oh horrors! That’s always such an unnerving feeling with a credit card missing. I was expecting it might have been a pickpocket. Having to deal with an emptied bank account must have been far worse. Glad to hear you got it back. Sounds like you deal with a good bank.

    I don’t suppose that’s Garibaldi in the last shot?

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  10. I get your feeling…. losing a credit card is not a pleasant one. Need to ring the bank, ask for a new card, etc. etc. I got experience in China and Singapore when the machine ate my c.card and oh boy….. luckily I have 2 other cards, otherwise big problem…… especially when I traveled alone there.

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  11. Probably had your pocket picked.

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  12. As UI read this that panicky feeling of loss came back – horrible isn’t it. Hope the rest of the trip goes better.

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