It makes me really appreciate the comforts of home. Going to the doctors is so easy. You get in your car, look at what room and floor the Dr. is on and take the elevator to the room. This was not my experience with trying to find the Doctors office.
I got on a tram that took me to a bus that i was suppose to go 9 stops and get off, but i lost track after 3. (Remind you i was sick) So i took a taxi. He dropped me off on the other side of town. I continued on my journey and walked 4 blocks in the wrong direction. after realizing i was going the wrong way i finally found the building. I walked down a sketchy alleyway and picked a random door. I rang the first door i saw and they buzzed me in.. It was a leather shop.. they told me (well pointed because i don't know italian) to walk through the door in the back of the shop. I laughed at first because i thought it was a closet, when i realized they were serious i just started walking up the stairs. I randomly decided to stop on the third floor, probably because i could not breathe any long and buzzed the first door i saw. Lucky me I got the right door.
Now why would i ever think to look in a leather shop for a doctors office... OH italy you continue to surprise me!
On the way home the taxi drive tried to double the price, but i caught him... he yelled bad things to me all the way home... it was really awkward. :/
Sorry no pictures this time... to sick to take them.
