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Bologna
... with them... but a good one most of the time.
When we got to Bologna of course Zuzia could not park the car but Miguel just woke up from sleeping and did it. Yes we totally fulfill those stereotypes.
Sadly we missed the christmas-market, but we kept telling us it would not have been good anyway.
We also saw Gregory, the pope that invented our calender of today, very ...
Bologna
... how flooded! We both have swimsuits if its that necessary haha. Ciao! I took a shower in the tiniest shower ever it was super fun! I couldn't even put both elbows out while touching my head with my hands without touching the walls At one point in the day there was a **** zhu in a very cute knit sweater and I was like oh my god so cute come here and this gay kid in English is like Her name is Ali this is her first day wearing her Christmas sweater and it made my morning<3333 super ...
Amazing Race to Bologna
Sami and I left Monterosso early and caught a train to Bologna to stay with our good friends Justin & Ann (they recently took up residence there for a year sabbatical from work to learn Italian). We had a connecting train in Prato, but what we didn't know was that there were two stops in Prato. We got off the train on the first stop and the train we were meant to catch left the 2nd stop with 10 minutes to spare. We had one choice if we wanted to catch ...
Typically Italian
... dead pheasant in his hand. Dinner anyone? He and two of the girls disappeared into the kitchen to skin, gut and cook it and we later learnt whilst we were chewing on the tasty tender meat that it that he had hunted the bird himself and killed it this morning, tonight we were living on the wild side!
After dinner we all decided to head into town for a few drinks and to see the Italian nightlife. Being on the far side of town we had quite a walk so the ...
Luca
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After a few false starts (read: cars stopping to ask me for directions in Italian) I catch a ride with Danny, a guy my age of French-Moroccan descent. Lucky for me he's able to take me near the Mont Blanc tunnel where all the traffic will be heading into Italy. He's a good host and tells me about his family while I oogle the passing Alps. They're not as different from the Rockies as most people imply but they still have charms to drop.
Danny leaves me ...