I never thought I would consider the Spanish lifestyle a fast-paced one until I got to Italy. No matter how many “es-cuuuu-zis” I shouted, it was obvious I wasn’t going more than three cobble-stoned blocks per half hour. I quickly learned to sit back, relax, enjoy a glass (or mini-juice box) of wine, and munch on calzone as we roamed across the city. There’s a lot more I could say about Italy, about the charming college town of Bologna (who knew University of Bologna is the oldest in the Western world?) and the grandiose Venice during Carnivale, but I will leave it up to the pictures to explain the experience.
But first, a few brief highlights:
1) Arriving at the Bologna airport two hours late, thinking I had missed my flight, only to find a bunch of Italians leisurely sipping on lates and asking me why I looked like I was in such a rush.
2) Consuming the most carbohydrates in one sitting I have ever had: a buffet of bruschetta, pizza, sandwiches, pasta, along with a healthy topping of sharp cheese and fresh pastries: later found out that this was all considered an appetizer.
3) Embarking on a 5 hour journey across the ridiculously crowded streets of colorful Venice. Ending up in the massive San Marco square, amongst thousands of masked faces and the original Campanile.
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