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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
... too. We started walking Betty back to the train station and grabbed tortellini for dinner (it was alright but sadly not as good as described by our hotel owners). Betty almost missed her train because we didn't understand that they use one track but different sides of the train station to load more people on more trains - kind of super efficient but hard to navigate. Sara and I walked home and her poor feet have blisters :( but it was a great day and I can't wait for Venice ...
Amazing Race to Bologna
... run for it! The next station was about 10 blocks away so we took off running with our packs through this foreign town, trying to navigate in what was hopefully the right direction. After Sami getting hit by bus (barely), we approached the station out of breath with just enough time to watch our train pull away. We got tickets for the next train that departed with an hour and a half wait. Luckily, across the street from the station, we found a bar with a ...
Typically Italian
... and it was by no means tiresome passing through it for the majority of our day.
In Ferrara as we stood in the dark and cold waiting for, Lara our Italian Couchsurfing host the three of us were a little apprehensive, we had already established that she spoke very little English and were curious as to whether this was going to make for an awkward evening, we soon discovered that we had nothing to fear. Lara met us and walked us through the centre of the ...
Luca
... pass by without a single bite. Clouds collect in front of the sun. I can feel the droplets pocking my skin. I pull my IEC poncho from the pack and lose myself for a minute trying to find all the right holes. A precious, precious minute. Thunder ahead.
Then the rain hits.
I drag my bag under my poncho and see, through the heavy curtain of falling water, four cars pull over simultaneously to offer me a lift. Success. I pop into the nearest passenger seat ...
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