March 27-29 (and then some...)
Since we took the previous weekend off from traveling, we decided it was time to go on our first BIG trip; so big, we left the country of Italy! Whoa!!!!!!!!!! We headed to the lovely country of our roots (for 2 of us atleast), and a country that at one time was home of a well known Nazi extermination camp; Poland.
We were departing in two seperate groups; Emily and 4 others left Friday (27th) in the early morning to catch their flight departing from Milan, and I headed out with Brad for a later flight that afternoon. Everything went swimmingly, and we all managed to arrive just fine to Krakow, Poland, and found our hostel (Mama's Hostel) without any problems. Want to know the best part of the trip?? Located right below our hostel was the magnificent creation known as Subway; Brad and I enjoyed a nice Sweet Onion Chicken Terakyi Footlong before heading off to bed that night.
Saturday was a full day of touring.
We got up fairly early and headed to meet up with our tour guide. Upon arrival, we loaded onto a tour bus with about 30 other's and headed out of Krakow towards Auschwitz I. We toured around Auschwitz I, the main camp, for a couple hours. This camp contained most of the workers who were almost 100% non-Jewish. It was a little iery walking along the same "roads" between brick buildings that only 70 years ago were inhabited by prisoner's of WWII. Obviously, we all have a fairly good idea of this time period, so one can't help but picture these people walking to and from work everyday to this hell hole. We went inside a few of the barracks, saw the displays of "beds," payed our respects on the firing wall, and also say the Block (barrack) were people were punished for not obeying the rules. In this Block, there were standing cells where up to 15 people were shoved into a 5 X 5 cement square, stood all night, and worked all day. These people were in these cells for breaking the Nazi camp rules, some of these rules included staying in the bathroom too long. Also, when Auschwitz I was taken by the Allies, they discovered one the cells (about 10 X 10) in this block, filled with 40 prisoners. While in Auschwitz I, we saw the only remaining cremetorium left from this Nazi reign. They took us inside, and told us about how they would a couple hundred people a day in this small building, until they created Auschwitz II (Birkenau). Lastly, we toured another Block that contained some belongings of the prisoner's. This included, prostetic legs, pots and pans, combs and toothbrushes, suitcases, and even the hair shaved off the heads of workers upon arrival. The Nazi's used everything and anything they could to make money. Quite disturbing...
After finishing up at Auschwitz I, our tour bus took us a few miles over to Auschwitz II-Birkenau. This camp was the actual Extermination Camp. Auschwitz I was more of the worker's camp. Birkenau is often the camp dipicted in WWII movies, where you see the men and women divided, along with hundreds of barracks filled with bunkbed's stacked 3 levels that held 30 people. (10 per each level) In this camp, train track ran right up the middle between the men and women's enclosure's. The train would stop just inside, unload its occupants, men then seperated from women and children; women and children would then be loaded back onto the train where most were taken straight to their crematorium (mainly only Jew's went straight there, other women were kept for work). The men (those not Jewish) would be looked through, and those that were fit to work were seperated from the old and feeble; the old and feeble headed off towards their fate with the crematorium.
The sight of this camp is overwhelming. There are no longer very many barracks, however, you can see the brick "fireplaces" that are left still standing in their places; they run miles back, and left and right, of the main entrance of camp. Birkenau is 20 times the size of Auschwitz I.
We finished these 2 tours and arrived back into Krakow by about 2, ate a light lunch, then got back on another tour bus and headed for the Salt Mines. There wasn't much to this tour, minus it is massive; there are hundreds of tunnels looping down and around for miles and miles. We actually only toured 1% of it, and that alone took about 2 hours. This sight is home to the largest underground Cathedral, were Pope John Paul II even visited and held mass. Besides that, this tour was more of a time passer. I guess it was cool...
That night, we went our for an Authentic Polack dinner. We stumbled upon this little resturant, and ate a lot of saurkraut and biego's (Holla Mama Zackary)... The waiter's were dressed up in interesting attire, I'm assuming it was traditional Polish dress. The food was absolutely delcious, and cheap! Probably the best part of visitng Poland, their currency (Zloty) is 1 Z to about 30 American cents. It was a nice change of pace since we've been losing money this whole trip using the Euro.
Now getting to the good part... Suday morning the first group that arrived to Poland (Emily and 4 others) headed out of the hostel about 5:30 am to get to the airport for their 8 am flight. Brad and I didn't have to be there until noon, so we did a little shopping around Krakow that morning. Emily, Joe, and I had planned on getting some Polish souviner's this trip. Well, we were doing some looking around, and at about 11 o'clock I hadn't been able to find the t-shirts we saw the day before. I was frantic, so I left Brad at the train station and ran back to the original t-shirt shop were I managed to only obtain 2 of 3 shirts. On my run back to the train station to catch the 11:30 train (to the airport), I discovered another shirt stand; luckily I found the 3 shirt. Feeling on cloud 9, I met up with Brad and ran to catch our train (it's 11:20 FYI); as we climb the stairs to the platform, we hit the last step just in time to watch the train go whizzing by... Awesome, huh?? Well, this train runs every half hour, so wishful thinking and finger's cross, we take the noon train to the airport. Our flight is supposed to be leaving at 1, the train ride is only 15 min, a short 5 min bus ride from train stop to airport and we're home free.. Ha, too easy...
Everything went accordingly, up until we stepped foot into the airport. We walked in the sliding front doors of Krakow Airport to see none of the check-in's open. Brad and I head towards information, its 12:23; the lady kindly informs us that RyanAir check-in for our flight headed to Milan is now closed and no longer taking passengers, and then she follows up with, "the plane hasn't actually arrived at the gate yet nor started boarding, but I still can't allow you to check-in." Fantastic... The next 3 1/2 hours are spent on pay phone's talking with our Professor back at the Villa in Florence, first: letting them know we won't be back for dinner, and second: trying to figure out how in the heck we're gonna even get back for dinner the next day!
After a lot of stressful planning, we end up finding the cheapest, most efficient way back. A 20 hours charter bus ride. I, personally, can't get away from these buses this year a feel; I'm destined to spend a couple hundred hours on these dang contraptions. Now, this being our only way back, we had to spend another night at Mama's Hostel in Krakow; the bus didn't leave until 11:20, Monday morning.
That morning, Brad and I got up extra early, and left with plenty of time to grab some breakfast and not risk missing our bus. Joke's on us... Our Hostel gave the direction's to our meeting point with the bus and even gave a slip for a free taxi ride. Now, our taxi driver spoke no English, and didn't understand the directions we handed him. So he took us to the general vicinity the receptionist at Mama's told us to report too. It's about 10:45 by the time he finally drops us off in front of a random hotel; we had order's to meet this bus at 11:20 at a Red Petrol Station called ARGE. Nobody seemed to know where or if this thing existed, also, no one spoke English. Brad and I walked up and down this busy road trying to find this non-existent Petrol Station. 11:20 rolls around, and Brad and I have officially hit rock bottom and are now ready to just buy plane tickets back to America... Sluggishy walking back towards our orginal drop off point, we see a little van with the same logo and name of our bus company; Brad waves them down, and lucky for us, they were looking for 2 (dumb) American's. You guessed, they were looking for us...
They took us one block further than we had orginally walked to where our bus was parked waiting; its about 11:40. No one on the bus spoke any English, not the bus driver or the lady in charge. The next 20 hours were spent watching 3 movies, 2 of which were American films with Polish voice overs, counting phesants, and reading. (I also may have spent some time banging my head against the window)
At about 5 am, Tuesday morning, Brad and I were waken by the bus driver, and he told us it was our time to go, more like he gestured it... We rushed off the bus, trying not to wake any of the other passengers, and after taken the last step off the bus, we discovered we had no idea where we were. They dropped us off at a truck stop on the side of the highway, about 15 KM south of Florence. (This trip just keeps getting better!) People inside the gas station told us we could pick up a city bus about 2 miles away that would take us into the Centro (downtown Florence). Off we walked, and soon enough we found our bus stop, its now about 6 am. The first bus doesn't come until about 6:30. There was sat, watched a man pull up and open his coffee shop, sat some more, ate a twix, sate some more, and then the man who had recently walked passed came outside and gave us a free shot of espresso; never been happier to be in Italy. Eventually our bus pulled up, and we got on headed for San Marco square where we could pick up our Bus 10 that would take us up to Settignano, a.k.a Home! Oh, but before I finish, the last real kicker of the trip: after boarding the city bus headed for the Centro, Brad and I were discussing our trip, and began talking about our iPod's; then it hit me, where exactly did I put my iPod?? Oh, that's right, its in the netted pocket on the charter bus, duh... Ha... Ha...
Don't worry, the other group ran into their own problems. Their flight was delayed about 8 hours, they finally boarded and landed in Milan about 8 pm. There were no trains to Florence, so they had to stay the night in Milan, and then catch a train Monday morning. Also, Emily managed to leave her iPod on the bus they took in Krakow from our hostel to the airport.
Overall, it was a nice trip in the beginning... Emily and I, I believe, could have done with out the last part... But every trip can't go 100% perfect, in fact, why not have pretty much 85% of the trip go bad! Yup, that sounds like this trip in a nutshell...
But, we all managed to get back 100% A-Ok; tired and grumpy, but safe.
We did manage to get out of going to a couple classes, can't complain about that!
Anywho, hope that entry was entertaining, because it wasn't at the time!!!
Until next time, Ciao...
Friday, April 24, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
First Class Trip... What A Learning Experience...
Upon our return from Sicily, we had to pack up our rooms and head off to Assisi on a class trip... March 16th - 19th.
Monday the 16th our whole class loaded up on a train and headed out for Assisi and Perguia for a little learning excursion. One of our teacher's, Francesco, lives in Perguia and actually his primary job is giving tours of the area. So for the next couple days, he showed around and just may have taught us a thing or two...
Monday afternoon we went on a little walk through Assisi. This area of Italy is breathtaking, it's some beautiful countryside. In Assisi we saw a couple of the main churches of St. Francis and St. Clare. We have been studying St. Francis in another class, so it was nice to put everything we had learned to good use. After our tours, we had some free time so we ventured up the hilly town to a castle that was erected in early 19oo's for WWI. There was only parts of the castle left, but from this hill, we saw all of Assisi; every single field and house and yard; it was magnificent! We were able to watch the sunset over the far away hills and just relax.
The next day we took a short train ride to Perugia to visit the home town of Francesco. Perugia was more modern than Assisi, and there wasn't a whole lot of historical venues. Our tour was short, but we had a couple hours of free time to explore more on our own. Perugia is known for chocolate, so we indulged plenty and even took a nap in front of one the churches; also avoided some creepy wanna-be pick pockets... After that we just headed back to our hostel, and ate another amazing 3 course dinner. That week we ate some of the best food, hotel provided, ever!! But after dinner, we all decided it would be a good idea to go out and celebrate St. Patty's Day, I mean duh! There weren't any real irish pubs in Assisi, but we did manage to at least find a bar. About 20 of us went and just sat around and hung out, we were all pretty worn out so the night was pretty short...
On our third day, we loaded on to a charter bus to head for Norcia. It was about an hour long drive, nothing compared to the 60 + hrs some of us spent on one this fall. (Lady Raven's Soccer, HOLLA!) But we winded up some more hills and found ourselves in a small town to pay homage to good ole St. Benedictine. Norcia is his home town, so we saw the church he was born in, and where he worshiped. I don't know how many people get to see what/or who their school was named after, so it was pretty special; I guess.. Just kidding, it was great. We spent about 2 hrs walking around town, and ate our lunches in the center or town; just kicked back and hung out with Benny (his statue). After that, we headed back towards Assisi, but first we stopped at an old Benedictine monastary. We saw alot of our college heritage, and I think it all gave us a better understanding of how our school came about, and makes being a part of BC that much sweeter!
But that night, we just did some relaxing, and enjoyed not having actually class all week! The next day we just shopped around Assisi looking for more pointless knick-knacks, and then headed back to Florence...
That weekend, a group of us just stayed in Florence to actually see what all it had to offer, besides what we saw in tours. Also, we wanted to celebrate one of the girls' birthday. We went out to an irish pub, and she enjoyed the idea of being legal since she just turned 21. Then, on Friday, we all went out to eat and had sushi. Can't say that was very good, they swore to me that I should get the California roll and how amazing it was... LIES, ALL LIES!!! First, the top of it was covered in yellow, Nemo looking fish eggs, THEN it had like green plants sprouting out of the rice... It was pretty much awful... But the idea of us all out to eat, just hanging out was nice, even if my sushi sucked...
Staying around Florence the rest of the weekend was nice, a good change from traveling and rushing around. We spent Saturday just walking around looking at shops and enjoying the sites. That evening we went to an English mass in the Duomo; first English mass any of us had been to since we've been here. Talk about awesome, it was crazy to actually understand what was going on...
The following week, we did some presentations for our Art and History class and then took our final that Wednesday.... After that week, it's been smooth sailing, only 2 classes left to dominate!!
Don't worry, there's still plenty more too come... It's been a long process, and I'm trying to get all caught back up. Hope everyone enjoys my rambling... It's not very entertaining, but at least you kids know what were up!!!
Until the next post! CIAO
Monday the 16th our whole class loaded up on a train and headed out for Assisi and Perguia for a little learning excursion. One of our teacher's, Francesco, lives in Perguia and actually his primary job is giving tours of the area. So for the next couple days, he showed around and just may have taught us a thing or two...
Monday afternoon we went on a little walk through Assisi. This area of Italy is breathtaking, it's some beautiful countryside. In Assisi we saw a couple of the main churches of St. Francis and St. Clare. We have been studying St. Francis in another class, so it was nice to put everything we had learned to good use. After our tours, we had some free time so we ventured up the hilly town to a castle that was erected in early 19oo's for WWI. There was only parts of the castle left, but from this hill, we saw all of Assisi; every single field and house and yard; it was magnificent! We were able to watch the sunset over the far away hills and just relax.
The next day we took a short train ride to Perugia to visit the home town of Francesco. Perugia was more modern than Assisi, and there wasn't a whole lot of historical venues. Our tour was short, but we had a couple hours of free time to explore more on our own. Perugia is known for chocolate, so we indulged plenty and even took a nap in front of one the churches; also avoided some creepy wanna-be pick pockets... After that we just headed back to our hostel, and ate another amazing 3 course dinner. That week we ate some of the best food, hotel provided, ever!! But after dinner, we all decided it would be a good idea to go out and celebrate St. Patty's Day, I mean duh! There weren't any real irish pubs in Assisi, but we did manage to at least find a bar. About 20 of us went and just sat around and hung out, we were all pretty worn out so the night was pretty short...
On our third day, we loaded on to a charter bus to head for Norcia. It was about an hour long drive, nothing compared to the 60 + hrs some of us spent on one this fall. (Lady Raven's Soccer, HOLLA!) But we winded up some more hills and found ourselves in a small town to pay homage to good ole St. Benedictine. Norcia is his home town, so we saw the church he was born in, and where he worshiped. I don't know how many people get to see what/or who their school was named after, so it was pretty special; I guess.. Just kidding, it was great. We spent about 2 hrs walking around town, and ate our lunches in the center or town; just kicked back and hung out with Benny (his statue). After that, we headed back towards Assisi, but first we stopped at an old Benedictine monastary. We saw alot of our college heritage, and I think it all gave us a better understanding of how our school came about, and makes being a part of BC that much sweeter!
But that night, we just did some relaxing, and enjoyed not having actually class all week! The next day we just shopped around Assisi looking for more pointless knick-knacks, and then headed back to Florence...
That weekend, a group of us just stayed in Florence to actually see what all it had to offer, besides what we saw in tours. Also, we wanted to celebrate one of the girls' birthday. We went out to an irish pub, and she enjoyed the idea of being legal since she just turned 21. Then, on Friday, we all went out to eat and had sushi. Can't say that was very good, they swore to me that I should get the California roll and how amazing it was... LIES, ALL LIES!!! First, the top of it was covered in yellow, Nemo looking fish eggs, THEN it had like green plants sprouting out of the rice... It was pretty much awful... But the idea of us all out to eat, just hanging out was nice, even if my sushi sucked...
Staying around Florence the rest of the weekend was nice, a good change from traveling and rushing around. We spent Saturday just walking around looking at shops and enjoying the sites. That evening we went to an English mass in the Duomo; first English mass any of us had been to since we've been here. Talk about awesome, it was crazy to actually understand what was going on...
The following week, we did some presentations for our Art and History class and then took our final that Wednesday.... After that week, it's been smooth sailing, only 2 classes left to dominate!!
Don't worry, there's still plenty more too come... It's been a long process, and I'm trying to get all caught back up. Hope everyone enjoys my rambling... It's not very entertaining, but at least you kids know what were up!!!
Until the next post! CIAO
Better Late Than Never...
So I know it's been awhile, getting Emily to sit down and write is a pain in the butt! Now, I sit here and write by myself, finally getting done though.
Ok, well the weekend after Cinque Terra, our group decided to head to Sicily; March 13th - 15th. Sicily is the little "ball" at the bottom of the "boot." In Sicily we stayed in Palermo.
To get there, we had to take our first RyanAir flight. It wasn't too bad, small plane, pretty packed, but it got us from point A to point B. When we landed, we had to take a 50 min train to Palermo. Once again, more public transportation... Fantastic... Anywho, Sicily looked amazing from the train, and as we were passing through towns, they were beautiful, but then slowly as the mintues and miles passed, everything started to look a little rough. Finally, we went around a hillside, it had been about 50 min; we looked up and saw all run down buildings, walls broken down, moss growing on the outside's. It wasn't very pretty looking... As we went further into town, it didn't get much better... We got off the train and headed out of station to see such an amazing sight, construction and run down buildings, Yay... We headed for our hostel, stepping over piles of trash, walking around empty dumpsters, avoiding dog poop and creepy people... When we found what looked to be our hostel, we walked into a small courtyard, if that's what you wanna call it; but the ground was littered with trash, had a couple broke down looking cars, and one little homemade paper sign with our hostel's name on it. I was ready to turn around and leave... Don't worry, we went up the stairs like good little kids looking for their rooms.
The stairs were quite sketchy, and we had to climb all the way up to like the 5th/last floor; knocked on the last door with another a homemade sign, and to our surprise, a younger man answered door and seemed very happy to see us and was very welcoming. He owned the hostel, and had recently been doing renovations, but the place was really clean and well organized. His name was Giuseppe, and after we set our bags down he had us all sit down and he gave us a map and highlighted all the important sights, places to eat, told us what buses to take, and what beach to go too. So what I'm getting at is: He was awesome! Also, after telling us a good place to grab a bite to eat for lunch, (it was like 1:30 when we arrived in Palermo) he invited us to go to dinner at a buffet/wine bar with him, his girlfriend, and some fellow hostel mates; of course we agreed!
That afternoon though, we left the hostel on a mission to get some Arachiad's (the food he recommended). When he described them to us, he said it was like rice and other stuff (choice of spinach, cheese, or ham) in like bowl. Well, after walking about half an hour, we found the shop he told us to go to, and when we looked into the cooler we saw these large fried ostrich egg looking things. Turns out those ostrich eggs were what we were ordering. It was Friday, and lent, so we got the one with cheese. They looked like they were going to be light and kind of hollow, but when the waiter guy dropped them into our hands, it was like catching a brick... We took our lovely "eggs" to this park that overlooked the sea, and sat down to indulge ourselves. I don't think any of us have ever eaten anything sooo greasy and packed full of rice; Chipotle doesn't even compare. Also, the center was like a cream filled chocolate, except with cheese; it just kind of poured out. It's one of those foods that was nice to try, but probably never going to ever eat one again... Oh, but the sea we were looking out over was fantastic looking. For being in town that was replusive, the sea made up for it; it was crystal blue, and so clean. We spent the rest of the afternoon just walking around, and eventually headed back to the hostel.
That night we went to the dinner with Giuseppe and his crowd; dinner wasn't til about 9 pm, gotta love the Italian's... But the wine bar was amazing, we paid 8 Euro's for all you can buffet and all you can drink wine; also they had live entertainment, the overall environment couldn't have been better. The live entertainment was quite hilarious, it was an Italian man that didn't actually speak a lick of English, however, he sang, in English, American Oldies and had a pretty good voice without an accent. We all had a really good night, and Joe and Reese actually had a little dance off with an older Italian couple. It wasn't so pretty...
The next day we set out pretty early to see all the sites that Giuseppe had highlighted as important. We went to a couple churches, and then made our way for the Catecombs. Now, I had no idea what the Catecombs would actually consist of, so I was pretty excited... Bad Idea... They were under an old monstary, and we payed 1 Euro 50 to some monks to get in. We walked down this slightly narrow tunnel that slowly headed down underground, and we made a left at the end to be greeted by a Skelton strung up on the wall at about head height with a goofy expression on his face; if that makes any sense. These Catecombs were pretty much tons of skeltons, I'm talking about hundreds, all dressed up ranging from monks to soldiers to peasants, and they were all hung up by like thin wire. It wasn't very modest or respectful; rather repulsive... So we spent about, oh... 5 min. We all felt pretty disgusted after leaving, and decided it would be best to just head straight for the beach.
Upon arriving at the beach, we found it to be covered by 14 year olds; it was packed. Oh, and not only were they immature 14 year olds, they were also very affectionate immature 14 year olds; they were very friendly with the opposite sex... We found a good spot on the beach that wasn't too close to any groups of kids, and spent the next 4 hrs just laying there trying not to stare... It was nice to relax though and just lay in the sun, especially after seeing hundreds of boney bodies. We went to mass that evening, and then ate a delicious, well desevered hamburger... If you didn't know, we miss American food a great deal...
After that, we just headed back to the hostel to catch a couple Z's, had an early morning. We left pretty early and got back to our villa about 1 that afternoon. We all decided, that everyone has to have one bad trip, and so far, Sicily had taken the award with out any doubts. I recommend, if traveling to Sicily, DON'T GO TO PALERMO!!!! SPARE YOURSELF, ITS NOT THAT GREAT!!! PLEASE DON'T GO THERE, EVER!!!!
But I hope y'all can laugh at that trip, we didn't... I think we're even still a little scarred from it, it's a touchy subject...
:)
Ok, well the weekend after Cinque Terra, our group decided to head to Sicily; March 13th - 15th. Sicily is the little "ball" at the bottom of the "boot." In Sicily we stayed in Palermo.
To get there, we had to take our first RyanAir flight. It wasn't too bad, small plane, pretty packed, but it got us from point A to point B. When we landed, we had to take a 50 min train to Palermo. Once again, more public transportation... Fantastic... Anywho, Sicily looked amazing from the train, and as we were passing through towns, they were beautiful, but then slowly as the mintues and miles passed, everything started to look a little rough. Finally, we went around a hillside, it had been about 50 min; we looked up and saw all run down buildings, walls broken down, moss growing on the outside's. It wasn't very pretty looking... As we went further into town, it didn't get much better... We got off the train and headed out of station to see such an amazing sight, construction and run down buildings, Yay... We headed for our hostel, stepping over piles of trash, walking around empty dumpsters, avoiding dog poop and creepy people... When we found what looked to be our hostel, we walked into a small courtyard, if that's what you wanna call it; but the ground was littered with trash, had a couple broke down looking cars, and one little homemade paper sign with our hostel's name on it. I was ready to turn around and leave... Don't worry, we went up the stairs like good little kids looking for their rooms.
The stairs were quite sketchy, and we had to climb all the way up to like the 5th/last floor; knocked on the last door with another a homemade sign, and to our surprise, a younger man answered door and seemed very happy to see us and was very welcoming. He owned the hostel, and had recently been doing renovations, but the place was really clean and well organized. His name was Giuseppe, and after we set our bags down he had us all sit down and he gave us a map and highlighted all the important sights, places to eat, told us what buses to take, and what beach to go too. So what I'm getting at is: He was awesome! Also, after telling us a good place to grab a bite to eat for lunch, (it was like 1:30 when we arrived in Palermo) he invited us to go to dinner at a buffet/wine bar with him, his girlfriend, and some fellow hostel mates; of course we agreed!
That afternoon though, we left the hostel on a mission to get some Arachiad's (the food he recommended). When he described them to us, he said it was like rice and other stuff (choice of spinach, cheese, or ham) in like bowl. Well, after walking about half an hour, we found the shop he told us to go to, and when we looked into the cooler we saw these large fried ostrich egg looking things. Turns out those ostrich eggs were what we were ordering. It was Friday, and lent, so we got the one with cheese. They looked like they were going to be light and kind of hollow, but when the waiter guy dropped them into our hands, it was like catching a brick... We took our lovely "eggs" to this park that overlooked the sea, and sat down to indulge ourselves. I don't think any of us have ever eaten anything sooo greasy and packed full of rice; Chipotle doesn't even compare. Also, the center was like a cream filled chocolate, except with cheese; it just kind of poured out. It's one of those foods that was nice to try, but probably never going to ever eat one again... Oh, but the sea we were looking out over was fantastic looking. For being in town that was replusive, the sea made up for it; it was crystal blue, and so clean. We spent the rest of the afternoon just walking around, and eventually headed back to the hostel.
That night we went to the dinner with Giuseppe and his crowd; dinner wasn't til about 9 pm, gotta love the Italian's... But the wine bar was amazing, we paid 8 Euro's for all you can buffet and all you can drink wine; also they had live entertainment, the overall environment couldn't have been better. The live entertainment was quite hilarious, it was an Italian man that didn't actually speak a lick of English, however, he sang, in English, American Oldies and had a pretty good voice without an accent. We all had a really good night, and Joe and Reese actually had a little dance off with an older Italian couple. It wasn't so pretty...
The next day we set out pretty early to see all the sites that Giuseppe had highlighted as important. We went to a couple churches, and then made our way for the Catecombs. Now, I had no idea what the Catecombs would actually consist of, so I was pretty excited... Bad Idea... They were under an old monstary, and we payed 1 Euro 50 to some monks to get in. We walked down this slightly narrow tunnel that slowly headed down underground, and we made a left at the end to be greeted by a Skelton strung up on the wall at about head height with a goofy expression on his face; if that makes any sense. These Catecombs were pretty much tons of skeltons, I'm talking about hundreds, all dressed up ranging from monks to soldiers to peasants, and they were all hung up by like thin wire. It wasn't very modest or respectful; rather repulsive... So we spent about, oh... 5 min. We all felt pretty disgusted after leaving, and decided it would be best to just head straight for the beach.
Upon arriving at the beach, we found it to be covered by 14 year olds; it was packed. Oh, and not only were they immature 14 year olds, they were also very affectionate immature 14 year olds; they were very friendly with the opposite sex... We found a good spot on the beach that wasn't too close to any groups of kids, and spent the next 4 hrs just laying there trying not to stare... It was nice to relax though and just lay in the sun, especially after seeing hundreds of boney bodies. We went to mass that evening, and then ate a delicious, well desevered hamburger... If you didn't know, we miss American food a great deal...
After that, we just headed back to the hostel to catch a couple Z's, had an early morning. We left pretty early and got back to our villa about 1 that afternoon. We all decided, that everyone has to have one bad trip, and so far, Sicily had taken the award with out any doubts. I recommend, if traveling to Sicily, DON'T GO TO PALERMO!!!! SPARE YOURSELF, ITS NOT THAT GREAT!!! PLEASE DON'T GO THERE, EVER!!!!
But I hope y'all can laugh at that trip, we didn't... I think we're even still a little scarred from it, it's a touchy subject...
:)
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