Eataly!

Sunday I decided it was a good idea to get out of the house since it was a beautiful day (in the mid forties) full of sunshine and an amazing view of the Alps! I had heard (thanks to my sister) about this store (Eataly) that is supposed to be like a Whole Foods over here. I looked on google maps and got directions. It was about a four mile walk but I figured I could use the exercise! As I am walking through random neighborhoods I am thinking to myself, should I be walking here? I mean if you would ask google for directios from my house to the Dominick's they would take you through the ghetto. It isn't like there is a button that you can press that says "safe neighborhoods only" like there is for "scenic route". I decided to stay on the busy streets (which was actually pretty easy). On my way I bought two GTT (Torino's CTA) from the corner newsstand (as that is the only thing open on Sunday) thinking that on my way home I would take public transportation.
I made it there without a hitch (good thing my sense of direction is back). Wait there was one. I thought I could stop and get something to eat on they way there. For breakfast I had the remaining five mozzerala balls and by the time I started walking it was around two o'clock so I was pretty hungry. I kept passing store after store that advertised Kebob's with what looked like a picture of a gyro with a cherry on top (which kind of creeped me out until I later realized...after about the fifteenth sign...that it was a tomato). At about mile three I was starving...I mean light headed starving. Then like a mirage in the desert I see a vending machine. I purchased some crackers and my health was restored!
There was a farmer's market in the big open area out front and the store was pretty cool. It is very similar to whole foods with a lot of fresh meats, seafood and cheeses. Since I don't have anything but a hot plate I was limited in my purchases. Oh and since I don't understand a ton of Italian that also limited my purchases!
On my walk to the store I realized that I could have taken a different, faster route (later I did realize I had chosen the driving option not walking on google...which makes a huge difference with the amount of one way streets in this town). I took the faster route home and since I didn't take that route there I wasn't familiar with what bus to take (I watched on the way there to see which ones were the best options). Also, this route was not as busy so there were not as many busses/trams...espeically on Sunday. Finally, I got to the place where I can take the bus/tram and waited a little while. Now I am only about three quarters of a mile from home but after a total of over six miles walking and the last few carrying a sack full of groceries I needed to take that rest. I boarded the number four tram that was packed and didn't know what to do. The sign said to put your ticket in before the first stop so I push through the crowd (with a giant back of groceries) and get to the ticket machine. I try to put my ticket in and of course it doesn't work and a man mentioned something in Italian. Luckily last week I learned the word for broken so I knew what he meant. No one else getting on at the next stop seemed to even try the machine (and since I don't know the portocol I wasn't sure what to make of this). I got off at the third stop trying not to look all guilty for having gotten a free ride and was able to escape without being sent to an Italian prison!