It's always something
If you happened to hear me this morning on Greg and the Morning Buzz (who I should note have been so great with letting me talk Olympics the last 12 years), you heard me tell the story of the bus issue last night. I hopped on the bus in Cortina, which was running a few minutes late, heading over the mountains toward Anterselva, where I had to walk to another bus stop to get the bus to my hotel, which is about a 40-minute drive without traffic. I walked to the other bus stop, just missing the bus that was scheduled for just before 8:30 p.m., so I waited about 45 minutes for the 9:30 bus. And I waited. And I waited some more. Eventually, I waited all the way to the 10:30 p.m. bus, the final one back up to my valley hotel. The one other person waiting with me said that an earlier night the same thing had happened to him and they had to put him up in a hotel because he had no way of getting back to his hotel. It seems that this is kind of an Italian thing. You just don't know. I expect...