Sunday, funday?
I slept in an extra half-hour this morning (I forgot to set the alarm and woke up just after 6:30 a.m.), but that was fine, as I had nowhere to specifically be first thing this morning. The only Olympic action going on in the morning was up in the mountains and I am not there yet. So, after breakfast at the hotel (their breakfast buffet is absolutely incredible and included in my room rate), I went to take the usual train that I take from the hotel, but as it turns out, that train doesn't run on Sundays. So rather than take the bus to the other train station, I decided to walk there and realized it's not a bad walk at all (for future reference, it's good to know). It does seem that Italians take Sundays off, or at least start later. The streets, with the exception of the large flea market going on outside my hotel, were pretty empty, as were the trains, making the commute into the Main Press Center a little easier than normal. I had some stories to write on the New Hampshir...