Many of our days here in Bolzano have included bouncing from apartment rental agency to apartment rental agency, watching the agent shake his head while blowing through pursed lips. “Short-term rental? Niente.” Or complaining about our cobblestone-street-sore feet while airing our sweaty armpits in the waiting room of the Questura (State Police), attempting to bring the correct document on the right day to the person who will be persuaded by it.
Those affairs are not very photogenic, although I bet Chris will write an exhaustive, helpful blog post later for anyone who wants the details.
But here are photos from yesterday. It was lovely. We didn’t do much work (other than worry about the rental contract we signed; there will undoubtedly be more on that later), and we spent the day together, laughing a lot and whining only a little.
Suit of armor at Castel Roncolo/Schloss Runkelstein.
“One day, lad, all of this will be yours.” “What, the curtains?”
This place is beautiful. Do you think they’ll mind if I come back with my laptop to write while sitting in one of their many window seats? (I didn’t find many outlets…)
I just love this room. It’s the “bathroom” in Roncolo/Runkelstein, so-called due to a series of naked men painted in the arches on the right wall (perhaps just unfinished by the painter, but no one is sure, as they were painted about 620 years ago).
“Bathroom” panorama, complete with Chris and Sylvan acting like Chris and Sylvan.
Evening fun at the pool on a hot day.
The Piscina di Soprabolzano, just a couple of minutes’ walk from our AirBnB. This place is great: after 4 p.m., it’s half-price, so our family pays 10 euros. The views are magnificent, the lifeguard is indifferent, the French fries are truly wonderful, and it’s a great place to get cool.
