That Sunday after landing we spent the day roaming the beautiful countryside, eating at a local restaurant that our professors raved about. The owner was named Gina, with her eating at this quaint place was like home. She spoke great english which made for great service. It was a multi courses meal, we had a lovely pasta named four cheese penne to begin with which I still have dreams about now. Then the main was chicken and french fries (comfort food.)
Once finished the delicious food the wandering began, walking into small shops that seemed interesting, getting gelato just because you can, seeing cute boys and proceeding to giggle. All activities in which thrilled the group.
The following Monday began class, where we learnt about Italian culture and the differences from Canadian culture. For that week, class was not always in a classroom, we visited a grocery store which showed us how in Italy they display their beautiful food for you to select. It’s an amazing sight to see.
Following the class we were allotted free time, in which to do whatever we wanted. Which meant exploring or lazing in bed because of the wine hangover you had from the night before.
The group learnt very quickly about something called the Piazza, which is where the locals gather during the day and night to eat. The cafe was Cafe Teatro, and boy was the service there amazing. Besides feeling at home there was one staff member who was very attractive. Each night there would be people down in the piazza and many drinks to be shared.
The week was a blur of getting comfortable with the surroundings and with the new people you were around. The week went by so quickly. With memorable moments of dancing in my room with my roommate to Love on Top. Such a jam.
The week quickly blurred to our only weekend in which we weren’t meant to travel as a group. So a few of us decided to take a trip to Verona on that Saturday. Verona is such a beautiful town. One of the main attractions is to see Giulietta’s house to see the balcony and statue. The place was absolutely packed but it was great to see everything. While visiting you must get a picture with the statue holding her bare breast. It’s hilarious. Then you can leave a note on the wall for her to read. Something about love which does not make sense since we all know what happened in her love life. But you must put a note on it.
Heading back to Conegliano was amazing, picked up some McDonald’s in Mestre and made our way back. That Sunday was spent being lazy, slept in and spent the day being a bum in my bed. Great Sunday.

