Verona

I'm behind on pictures, and these updates may seem rushed, or like I haven't spent 3 hours on each entry to carefully craft my word choice to evoke just the right emotions from readers.

Sam and I are indeed still alive and well; this may come as bad news for those of you that looked at our trip as an opportunity to be rid of us forever.  After our first few days abroad, we left Rome to head north to a quiet town north of Milan.  Though not the bustling city that Rome was, Bergamo held some other treasures, namely our favorite Italian.  Even after her time spent studying abroad in high school (where Sam and I met her), and the terrible Italian accents we adopted in our great efforts to communicate more clearly, Martina and the Suardelli family agreed to take us in for a few days.

Though ever hospitable Mrs. Suardelli and her home cooked authentic Italian meals were hard to break away from (a never-ending food supply is always difficult to leave), we managed to take a couple side trips to nearby attractions.


Verona was an obvious choice as the next destination for our honeymoon trip through Europe.  As anyone who has had the pleasure of being forced through high school English knows, Verona is the stage of one of Shakespeare's most famous plays.  Sam is no Juliet, but I did my best to be a noble Romeo.  We visited the house of Juliet, though Sam's fear of heights prevented him from taking his place on the balcony to take part in a rivetingly historically accurate revival of the classic scene.  Oh well.



















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