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Travel Blogs from Malcesine
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
... and I got an apple. We finally saw Sara's number 16 on the map which was Arche Scaligere. We ate the delicious fruit in a romantic park nearby to make Chris jealous, I tried to pet a dog but the wiener waddled away:( Walking away we actually passed Romeos house (mind you it's closed...always) Then we took lots of pictures on the water after we crossed the bridges I got really close to the water in one picture and Sara ...
Ogni Santi
... houses from the outside very colorful. It just gives such a nice feeling to the city. Of course there was a dome, and it was pretty, but only from the one side. Because in history once they didn't belong to Italy. So they built their dome in a way, that when the italians come from the south they would see some beautiful, marvelous building. Later when the town got more important for the catholic church, meaning the ...
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 ...