our tour guide at bologna university in a room where they studied corpses
eataly, seller of fine books and food. beautiful, really.
cioccolata calda: italian hot chocolate, not something for the weak
we belong here.
In a whole-hearted attempt to overlook upcoming midterms, we embraced local adventures this weekend, only a mere bus or train ride away. With our program, we visited the small, yet well-paved city of Bologna, an hour outside of Florence. And after our roundabout tour wherein I forgot all mention of historical relevance, Willa and I enjoyed the simple sweetness of window displays and autumn sun. However, and I say this quite fervently, one of the shining moments of my time abroad (and potentially my time on Earth) was our blessed trip to Perugia, Umbria: host city of the infamous Eurochocolate Festival. It was like walking into a personal childhood dream, stumbling into countless quantities of beautiful sugary edibles, and falling effortlessly into a delectable delirium. With what seems to be winter’s early arrival here in Italy, we were all wrapped up and pink-nosed, making our taste-testings all the more enjoyable and holiday-spirited. Be it endorphins or sugar-high, it was pure happiness.