After a fun 30 minutes driving in circles (literally and figuratively) to find the Sixt Rental Car office, we caught a cab to Pescara Centrale, the main railway station in town. (Note to the mayor of Pescara: For the love of God, please put street signs at every intersection so people can actually see and use them. Grazie mille.) We checked the departure board and saw that the train going to Bologna was leaving from Platform 3 at 11:05.
We hit all three of our stops (Ancona, Pesara and Rimini) on time, and the coach we were in was still half-empty. About five minutes after leaving Rimini, the train stopped in the middle of nowhere. There was an announcement, and about all I could understand from the crappy train audio system was that we were going to be delayed 10 minutes. The conductor came through shortly after, and while he was checking our tickets to make sure we were not hobos hitching an illegal ride (or tourists innocently on the wrong train and deserving a of fine), I said, "Bologna? Next stop? Yes?"
"Yes," he replied. "But did you hear what girl just said? We will be delayed 10 minutes." I nodded my head, and he laughed. "Of course, she said that 15 minutes ago. The guy sitting across the aisle flipped the air with his hand.
Time seemed to be a nebulous cloud at that point, something we were wading through. Seriously. The 10-turned-15 minutes quickly doubled, and before long, the "girl" said we were going to be delayed 30 minutes.