The Curse of Windsor Castle

Chapter Eight

After much debating, the girls decided to go to the Leaning Tower of Pisa which was in the city of... Pisa. What a surprise. Tamara booked a bus to take them to the famous landmark.

As the girls shoved their way through guards and tourists, Rose managed to take a brochure from a loud, obnoxious American tourist.

"Wow," Amy marveled. "The person who built the Leaning Tower of Pisa must have been a horrible architect."

"Actually, it wasn't his fault. The base was weak because it was made out of clay and since Pisa was at war with Genoa, they didn't have enough money to correct it." Rose read.

"How do you know all that?" Tamara nodded in appreciation.

"I read the brochure, Tara," Rose rolled her eyes and kept reading.

The girls checked into a small motel before going for dinner. Since Amy wanted to have pizza, Tamara led them to a modest looking restaurant."Your pizza, mademoiselle."

"You're in Italy, Tara," Rose said. "Speak Italian."

As the girls waited for their meals, Amy looked through the other options in the menu. "Risotto, ossobuco. What the bloody hell is ossobuco?"

As soon as the pizzas came, Amy dove in without hesitation.

"Did you know pizza was a peasant dish?" Rose asked as they were eating."

"How do you know?" Amy said between mouthfuls of the dish.

Tamara raised her eyebrow. "Yeah, there's no brochure around here."

"No stupid, there's a sign." Rose pointed to the wall farthest from them.

"Oh."

After the three girls finished the pizza, which was, in Amy's opinion, dry, thin, and with not a lot of cheese, they decided to head back to the motel. "I never want to leave Italy." Rose sighed before she fell asleep.

"Me neither." Tamara murmured.

When Rose woke up, the first thing she felt like doing was watching a bit of T.V. The strange thing was, Rose had never been one to watch T.V. She flicked the device on and immediately, an advertisement popped up; the one reason Rose hated T.V. She sighed in disgust.

"Come to Como, the best view of the Alps that Italy will ever know. Book your stay in one of Como's luxurious resorts now." The woman said from the screen.

Rose shrugged. They weren't doing anything in Italy so it wouldn't hurt to go anyway. The trio had barely used any of the money they had saved for Italy. She walked over to where Tamara was sleeping. "Tara, wake up."

Tamara simply rolled over.

Rose then tried waking up Amy. "Amy, wake up." Rose yanked the comforter off her friend.

"What," Amy groaned as she pulled a pillow over her head.

"I want to go see Como."

"You want to go see eat?" Tamara, who had just woken up, frowned.

"I want to eat," Amy murmured sleepily

"You always want to eat, Amy." Rose rolled her eyes. "And Tara, Como is a city. It's close to the Alps. I was thinking since we didn't find the chair in Italy, we could find it there."

"I don't know. How much money do we have?" Tamara  asked dubiously.

"We've barely used our Italian money so I was thinking, maybe we could do a little sightseeing."

"Sightseeing?" Tamara's eyes popped out of her head. "You want to waste our time in Italy by going sightseeing?"

Amy defended her friend. "Seeing as we have nothing to do, I think Rose might be right. And we'll be wasting our time if we don't do anything."

"Alright," Tamara glared at the two. "But not for to long."

The girls quickly went downstairs to eat breakfast. Then, Tamara called a travel agency to find out more about Como.

Unfortunately, not a single travel agent had heard about Como. Tamara sighed as she hung up on the last agent.

"How can anyone not know about Como?" Rose complained, when Tamara broke the news. "According to the advertisement, it's a very popular tourist destination."

"If we check a map, we might find it," Tamara suggested.

Rose opened the drawer the atlas was in  with a creak. She carefully opened the old book. "There's nothing here about Como."

"I think Nuntius Mortis has something to do with this." Amy said. "He just gives me a slip of paper with the name Como on it, but no one has ever heard of it."

"You're right," Rose sighed.

The girls finally decided to give up on their hunt for any clues about the whereabouts of Como and  enjoyed their last day in Rome.

While Amy, Tamara and Rose enjoyed their lunch of pasta, they discussed where to go next.

"I think we should go to Venice," Amy insisted.

"Amy, Venice is full of canals. There is no way the chair could have gone there." Rose pointed out.

"It could have gone to a cafe like it did last time," Amy said.

"For once, I agree with Rose. I don't think the chair would have gone to Venice. It could have gone to Milan," Tamara suggested.

"What makes you say that?" Amy asked.

"My conscience," Tamara replied.

After checking out of the motel they had stayed in, Rose, Amy, and Tamara got a car that drove to Milan.

And like every other road trip, the car ride was filled with tears, yelling and sighs.

When the girls arrived in Milan, they gaped at all the sights. "It's so beautiful," Tamara gasped, completely forgetting about the road trip of doom they had just been on.

"So, where do you want to go first?" Rose asked.

"Anywhere," Amy pretended to tear up. "I never want to leave Milan."

"The opera it is," Tamaradecided

After watching a "rather terrifying performance" as Rose put it, of Pinocchio, the three girls decided to head to Milan's bakeries to have dessert for dinner.

"Those Milano cookies are lovely," Amy said, while licking her fingers for the hundredth time. "Remind me why we are in Italy again."

Tara and Rose glanced at each other and laughed.

So this was a filler chapter. So, not very exciting. #sorrynotsorry . Next chapter will be more exciting. Maybe.

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~Anya