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Tuesday, March 24, 2009
    Did you know that according to statistics, there will not be a single native Venetian left in the city in thirty years. Can you imagine that, your city, perhaps not existing in your lifetime? It was in all accounts, a perfect weekend. Our group of six traveled to Venice and Bologna for a whirlwind tour of about 70 hours. We spent far too much money and did just about everything wrong, and I don't think I've ever been happier. Anyone who has been to the city knows its a city of ass backward streets that open into nothing, roads that are bare wide enough for two Italians or one American fast food enthusiast, that open into such wonders as the piazza del san marco (which was a nice break from frescos. sorry Italy) or some guy playing Vivaldi's Four Seasons on perfectly pitched crystal stem ware, or hit a dead end and be at the Guggenheim. Its too expensive, to old, to hard to get around, too full of English and people pretending to speak English, too gaudy, and destined for failuer. But I dare you, nay defy you to stand on the main arch of the city and watch the sun set over the grand canal without having a conversion experience, I don't care who you are, who you are with, and under what pretense, there is a this hour time spand where you must stop and think to yourself that God might have had some idea what he was doing when he set his eyes on Italy. Bologna was fantastic as well and by some accounts, is home to some of the best food in the country, which I'm going to go on record as saying I stand by. We had a meal that worked out to the equivilant of around $50/person, but that could have easy moved one to tears. Perfect veal, perfect wine, it was almost crimial. And after that, a quite afternoon in the park without seeing a single tourist, a bottle of wine, a lake, sleep. I think the most stressful part of the day must have been when I had to pony up .20 e for the restroom. Rough life huh? There are so many more things to say of course, just as there will always be. I told someone very close to my heart before I left that one of the skills I hope to find in this country is the words to describe what I always feel are indescribable. A lofty goal I know, but I find that being here almost leaves me with less to say than more. I am far more content with just leaving things be, without forcing myself to find the worlds. If any of you know me well, you know how big of a deal that it, for words are what I do and for me to go easy on the prose must be a welcome relief, haha. It is difficult at times, how exactly do you write about Rome, or Florence, or Venice. What descriptive hand could you or I possibly lend it? My advice, see it while you can, while it still stands or there are still natives there to point you in the right direction, uphil and inland. And if you are the last one off, don't forget the lights. Hope you all are well... Yossarian [
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