Bb Verona
Travel Blogs from Verona
Never Eat On Sundays
After waking up this morning specifically for the purpose of getting some food in my belly and discussing the project with katie - we unhappily discovered that due to some crazy activities everything we know has been closed. My options are Kebab or this little place further down the street, possibly a few others but they all involve paying sadly. I wonder what is going on in the square - ...
Milan
... she could use it.
We went back to the train station looked around there and then rested our weary legs and backs again. We hopped on a very long train and i got stuck next to the smelliest dude, whose fly was down on his extremely tight white pants but i was too busy laughing to say anything. Sara and i played hangman and tic tac toe until the train stopped then grabbed dinner at keller and now were uploading pictures :)
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Verona
... later telling me she was wondering what I would do if she said "step back a little..." Then an English guy took our picture after we were like "this guy must think we are nuts" We walked through the sand on the steps which marked how high the water flooded - which was very high. We then walked to a church which was closed, and crossed back over the (ponte pietro) bridge to get to the duomo which we went inside and took ...
Romeo! Romeo! Translation: Desperate! Desperate!
... was inspired by one person's poem who was inspired by an Italian novella that was written about something that really happened. There was a civil war of sorts happening in Verona in 1300 between two political factions, the Guelphs and the Ghibellines. The ruling prince--Prince Bartolomeo I della Scala--was trying to keep peace between them. Dante, a guest of the prince's during this time, mentioned "Capulet" and "Montague" in his "Purgatorio." Those are the facts. ...
Fun in Fair Verona
... to when we had finished in Verona (Simone had given us a very good map of Verona and marked the car park on the map) we headed off into town. We walked over a bridge and got some very good views over the river and I stopped to take pictures of the girls. As I did so, some crazy old bloke lost the plot completely yelling at me in Italian, which seemd to go along the lines of letting pedestrians pass, and how I was in his way. This was a total big fib as he ...