Verona, City of Romeo and Giuletta

If Alli and I were being paid to walk, we could have raised enough money to cure cancer a million times over.

On the train from Milan to Verona, I couldn't keep my eyes open, and slept with my mouth OPEN AGAIN!!! I don't know what my problem is!!

Once in Verona, we started to look for our hostel, but neither of us had written down the address and the number was disconnected, so we were at a loss of what to do. Luckily an angel from a 3 star hotel told us where the Ostello was and wrote down directions and instructed us on how to take the bus. But we missed the bus three times, confused about whether or not we needed tickets and where the bus was going. Needless to say, spirits were low and tensions were high.

We showered for the first time in three days! Then we sped walked to the arena where Aida was showing, but since we didn't have a mpa or tickets, it was also a tad bit stressful. Luckily we made it in, and not too late at that. But the Italian boys hawking Pepsi and vino were creepy in the creepy sort of way and had their eyes on Alli. I was ready to bite their ankles.

The sets, costumes, and dancing were amazing, but I liked the special effects (glitter! fire!) best. We had to leave a bit early for various reasons: a) we were both falling asleep and b) our ostello closed at midnight.

9 AM is a fairly early checkout time, but we didn't have a choice since they lock the bedrooms.

We got breakfast at a cute caffeteria, where I had the most delicious coffee I've ever had, and amazing "toast" that was really a grilled cheese and pancetta.

We walked around (leisurely, thank God!) and window shopped at places I will never be able to afford (99€ for underwear?) Had lovely Chinese food (I think this is a theme here...) and Alli got an AMAZING gelato that had whipped cream and chocolately cherries. I almost died in its arms tonight.

Alli and I don't know any Italian. We don't even know how to ask if people speak English. I have never felt like such a JERK.

But I do know how to make Italian noises (Eeeeeeeeh!) so I think that will get me by (Alli says I'm an embarrassment). My first Italian noise, by the way, was more like Aarrauuuughmmmmmppphhhhhfffff though, which was not what I was expecting at all.