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Travel Blogs from Limone sul Garda
Never Eat On Sundays
... she didnt warn us and i didnt have time to make something up on the fly, meaning i couldn't leave class early like everyone else did :(
i am glad i am finally done reading for cj....but the material was pretty interesting.
All i want this year is to pass all of my classes with a b or above...Did i mention that i got a 98 on my leonardo paper?? Yeah i did :P yippee.
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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
... then we headed toward home - seeing a giant Christmas tree that made my night <3 We finally got back for some showers and warm rooms although we had trouble talking to the lady at first without wifi because I couldn't translate that we were checking out very early and that previously when we dropped our bags off I gave her the incorrect amount of money...thankfully we got wifi and solved everything. Getting up at 5:30 for ...
Ogni Santi
... pretty much their own country. everything is written in german and italian, and most people speak both, at least a bit. But since I don't really look like an italian, they talked in german to me. And the city itself felt very german also, well bavarian. They have a nice tradition in Bolzano, every saturday morning they meet in this one restaurant and have some bread with all kinds of covering and a bianchetto, which is ...
Romeo! Romeo! Translation: Desperate! Desperate!
... out "O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love/And I'll no longer be a Capulet." Buuut, I didn't, because there were a lot of tourists and I had no desire to draw attention to myself. Maybe if I'd had a Romeo with me...
So I saw her house, took a picture touching the statue of Juliet's right boob (it's good luck, or that's what someone told their friend long ago to make their friend ...