9/10/08 Verona Italy
We left Salzburg early in the morning and drove through the Alps. As we neared Italy the alps got smaller and smaller and eventually turned into hills that dotted the country side. There were grape vines growing every where and the land seemed dried and old. We arrived in the evening to the hotel and despite the fact that we were all exhausted a large group of us ventured out to find some traditional Italian cuisine. After a long walk and some searching we found a nice restaurant with friendly staff and a great at home atmosphere. We looked through the menu carefully because Verona has a tradition of eating horse, but luckily with some help from Mike (who seems to have converted his Spanish into some sort of bastardized Italian) we ordered exactly what we all wanted. I enjoyed an alfrado dish with rabbit, something I never have tried before but would not hesitate to eat again. The wine here in Italy is wonderful and I would love to drink it all day if it wouldn’t make me look like a complete lush. On the way home from the restaurant we got lost really lost and some of the girls started really freaking out bad. I tried to reassure them that we would eventually find our way back, but they just wouldn’t hear it. One of them even started to cry. I just cant deal with stuff like that, it makes me so angry when people overreact to situations and stop thinking rationally and start getting hysterical about nothing. In the end we found our way home.