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... up to Daniella's and had a drink. She is still lovely. Home again and saw Simone. Paola came and we went for a drive to Castelfranco. Lovely town with the walls of the castle in the centre. We saw some Chanel no 5 and Paola and Grazie said we should try it out for Louise's sake. So we did.
Home again for dinner which Simone had cooked. Flavio brought Zia over, but then he went home because he had had a ...
... we were on our way with a new mission: Make that evening's excursion in Venice. Kate was worried as this was the excursion she had been most looking forward to. Marie was determined to get us there though and true to her word we arrived just in the nick of time having gone straight to the water taxis and bypassing our hotel check in. It was lovely to take a slow cruise along the waters surrounding Venice and even better once we came into view of the city's pretty side. Was ...
... Concentration Camp. We are glad we went to Buchenwald. It provided some detail that was missing from the Auschwitz camps. The ovens in the crematoria in Buchenwald had not been damaged. They were just as they had been left when the nazis fled. There was an execution room in the basement; the bodies were sent up to the ground floor in an elevator; they were moved by trolley and placed in the ovens. The routine was quite apparent. This detail was missing in ...
... off to be allowed up there. I tried to explain that I was not wearing a bra, and they didn't seem to think that mattered.... Hahaha. I got my way though and danced up there anyway. Gemma abided by their rule. :P The night got pretty messy and the bar closed an hour earlier than planned. Everyone sat around outside finishing their drinks and chatting. I was talking to a French boy called Kevin who was very nice, and I got a real French kiss this time. Not just a kiss ...
... us feel welcome as foreigners. Spanish and Italian are pretty similar, and I was very familiar with Palm Sunday mass, so I understood the majority of what was going on. Grandpa Rini would have loved it!
We went out for some dinner and gelato and got lost, in a good way, trying to return to our hostel. The next day was more of the same, trying to make the best of our adventure despite the freezing rain that was beginning to turn to snow. The canals were spilling over ...