I’m off to Madrid tomorrow and I couldn’t be more excited. All I gotta do is get by this test tomorrow morning (I’ll no doubt be studying till about 3 as is my life) and then I’m set. The plan so far is to be packed by tonight and come to class all ready to go (unlikely), walk to the train station, grab an early train (lunch will no doubt get in the way), get to Milan, catch a bus to the airport and check in.
Should be a breeze. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?
Anyway. In my haste, I forgot to mention my trips from last weekend. So here they go. I know my last post was a little dry but this one gets a little more exciting. After going out fairly late on Friday and going to bed at around 4 a.m. I got up at 07:45 to catch a train to Perugia. I almost didn’t go but I was so glad I did. The city was beautiful. It’s small and picturesque and sits on a hillside. All the streets are narrow and it has Italy’s biggest chocolate factory. I of course loaded up on some semi-dark for the rest of my stay in Italy (Motto of the trip: goodbye hill body, hello complex carbs)
Anyway, Perugia is the capital of the Umbria region so we went to the National Gallery of Umbria, which was in this old castle that was almost as fun as Tom Sawyer island at Disneyland. All the art was awesome and the building itself was even cooler. We saw the sunset from the to
p of the Museum and it was pretty baller. After our three-hour train ride I of course thought it was the best idea to go straight from the train station to the bar. 3 beers later it was 2 a.m. and we got to tired to paying for drinks so we went back to our dorm to drink the wine we had in our rooms. Now, I’ve never been a fan of the post-game (this is a lie), but for some reason I was all about it last weekend.
Suddenly it was 5 a.m. and the two of us that remained, Catherine and I, realized we had to catch a bus in 3 hours for our program-planned outing. We promptly finished our glasses and went to bed.
I woke up relatively ok, and was fine after my usual chug of water but when I started walking out of the building I ran into Catherine still in party mode alpha (read: drunk off her ass). We made it to the bus and I had the best nap of my life for the three-hour ride to Soragna, this little town north of Parma. I woke up and the bus was in the middle of a field with a snow storm that would have covered all of Main St. I thought I was dead. We went to this awesome Cheese factory. We saw every step from cow to Parmigiano Regiano. Our guide’s name was Luigi, he had been an apprentice for longer than I’ve been alive and now runs the company. He’s big cheese money and apparently a huge deal in that area. We became buds.
I loaded up on cheese before we left (insert previous motto now) and we went to Sorangna itself to the see the town. We went to the Jewish Museum in town. Hi Tanny!!!! And had some soup while we were guilted about how lucky we were to even be in the museum let alone the room with heat in it. Then, we went to a castle that still houses a real life Prince of some Italian noble family. We were on the tour at this dudes house and saw all these baroque and Renaissance paintings, and these awesome tapestries. Anyway, in one of the hallways with knight armor and these old cannons, we found a real relic: A real honest to goodness Big Mouth Billy Bass in mint condition and in full working order right up there on the wall. Apparently the prince was a big fan.
On the way out I was the last one to sign the guest book and since my name is so effing long I was there for a bit. Some dude in a cardigan came down the stairs and we started chatting about how he was just in Atlanta talking to his buddy Ted. I asked him what Ted did in Atlanta and the old dude told me he used to run CNN and asked me if I’d ever heard of Ted Turner. I make a little joke and asked if it was Tina’s husband. He didn’t get it. I changed then changed the subject abruptly. Anyway, after our little chat we said goodbye and then I realized that old dude I talked with looked a lot like the guy from the pic on the cover of the guestbook. The dude in the pic was sitting by the fireplace, with his dog, and all these medals. Anyway, it took me entirely way too long (read: 10 min. of the bus ride) to realize I’d me the goddamn Prince.
That’s all for now. Let’s see Kent beat this. Update from Spain? Def poss.
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