In September of 2011 we boarded a plane for Europe. We flew the Polish airline LOT, which was a big mistake (I’ll get more into that later). Departed from Chicago, landed in Warsaw, and ended up in Katowice. My FIL’s smiling face is always such a welcome sight after that journey, especially with a toddler in tow (I have pages of notes about flying with a toddler, which I’ll write a separate post on). After a few days in Poland, where I spent most of my time sleeping off the jet lag, we headed back to the Katowice airport and hopped a plane to Bologna. Our Italian vacation, the one I had been dreaming of for years (this is why I took Italian in college after all!) had finally arrived.
I spent a lot of time researching before this trip. Hours and hours reading blogs, checking out books, trying to figure out where we wanted to stay and where we wanted to eat (what we would actually do while we were there wasn’t something I felt needed much attention, it’s Italy after all!). I’m going to be writing several posts for each location we visited, one to show you what we did, one to review where we stayed, and one talking about where we ate. I kept detailed notes during our trip for this very purpose, because there were places that we LOVED which must be visited. And there were places we wasted time and money on which should be avoided. If you’ve been to Italy and have suggestions for other people on what they should do and eat, and where they should stay, I’d love to have you chime in down below.
I’ll go ahead and show you everything we did, but if you’re considering a visit to Bologna, read my summary at the bottom. (Teaser: I don’t think this is an area worth visiting if you’re considering other options.)
Our first stop on our trip was Bologna. How nice to fly into Italy not looking like a hot mess, right? Having that 2-day stopover in Poland before we came to Italy was so wonderful, because we were able to step off the plane and start enjoying our trip right away, instead of forcing ourselves to fight through the jet lag. We flew into the Forli airport on Friday, grabbed a taxi (which was very easy) to the train station, and then spent something like an hour trying to figure out how to get up to Bologna on the train. The station was very small and the train schedules were really confusing. The first train we missed because it sound it would be on platform 4, but was really on platform 2. Eventually we asked a fellow passenger for help and made it up to Bologna.

We didn’t get to our hotel until pretty late, but of course having dinner wasn’t a problem, since Italians don’t eat dinner until between 8-10pm at night. The next morning, Saturday, we set out and started exploring. I had planned out an itinerary involving a bakery, pizza, a snack, ice cream, Zara, a toy store, a hike, and dinner. Ha! We slept in and went shopping for That Husband instead.
Celio is a gem of a store if you have a slim husband who has trouble finding clothes that fit in American stores that cater to the heavier American male population.

Probably my favorite statue in all of Italy.

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