No bus...

...station in Sora, just a bench D'Ambrosi O Pane and Dolce, meaning the best pastry shop for a hundred miles, well that is what it meant to us. No bathroom or phone. Be prepared for foul weather and be flexible. Dropped off for a 10:50 bus, well a bus left at 10:50 but it was not going to Rome??? Another bus at 11:30 indicating Anagnina but he waived us off and drove away. Til this moment the language barrier had been OK, but this is like the barrier in Costa Rica, it just plain sucks. Been pacing now at least 20 minutes and these are the instances where i question, "why i travel to a foreign country at all. hell i can read about an area in books and via internet, in English, loaded w/ photos."
We sit, Marina twirling her hair, our necks twisting left to right at any sound, wishing it be a blue colored Cotral bus. Nothing! Clouds lying atop mountains looking beautiful and throwing a chill towards us. Marina went to the Polizia Locale to attempt a bathroom? Thank you to a darling female officer that allowed her to use the facilities and that called Cotral, next bus time 2:40 pm, WOW! Now we search for a different view of scenery. Cafe's, Pizzeria's, Bars all closed.
Looking, looking, looking, well this bush looks good along some main drag so i take a leak. Finally Geleteria Masci saved us, especially me, two cones later, crema and espresso we are wired to wait it out.
This is a good example of why to leave early and not have some lazy relaxed morning. Miss an early bus, then catch the next, miss the late morning bus and you miss your day. Well atleast as you had it planned, but then again "Life is what happens while making plans.", right???????
We missed a day in Rome but will never forget waiting for the bus and eating ice cream......