is the "reward" for Elena, who had the better of all in terms of quotes ... the publication of an ancient relazioncina that celebrates one of the unforgettable trip to Bologna and Ferrara (2001)! Well, while I take this opportunity to wish you a Happy Easter!
Faby
THE BOREDOM SUCKS! (... Schifala!)
Ours is not a journey of mussels, but an initiatory journey in search of ourselves, and perhaps I should not return, since that we face at home books, exams, the statins, which cast them in baskets, and all those to whom we promised a postcard, because it will hurt anything, armed with sticks to beat us and outrage.
The train is moving, and Silvia still do not see: perhaps it's foreshadowing of two clear days? Do not dare too happy thoughts: suddenly, with one click feline from Varese to Milan, she is here among us, and the doors of the car (first class, of course) can be closed permanently.
The trip promises to be comforting, because, to avoid any misunderstandings, I decided to show the knife, and everything seems to be going well until, after changing the train to Bologna (Bologna city where no one speaks) we encounter an old woman, sister of the illegitimate prof. Mazza Tonucci [1] , belonging to the Emilian branch of the family, which sits next to us, we discusses the toilet of the train, but above all listen to our sound and intelligent observations about the world and life. The woman did not forget about us either at the station of Ferrara, when we go down: for it follows, then leaves us, then reappears again, as if by magic, armed with suitcases, small talk and smiles, but we do not want to know her, and indeed we come to inveigh against the comparative literature, but our oaths are worthless, because the lady is always there, mumble in Ferrara:
"Well ... but where are you going? The station exit is not that way! "
" We know ... we now go to the show (someone even dares to give her rope).
"But that is not the way to the show ..."
"Listen, if you are interested, we have to go to the bathroom!"
reached the heart of Ferrara, where they face several times to be affected by many runaway bicycles, lunch at a Park, harassed by a dog, and we proceed to the Palazzo dei Diamanti, to attend the exhibition entitled From Canaletto to Constable. The sun is up (while it pours in Milan) but we are dazzled by a light most powerful here is the famous diamond in the building!
"Good morning, have the card of letters."
"We do not care: pay for."
"Behold, I knew: the usual injustice!"
'... But then you can get in for free art gallery. "
It is unthinkable for first time we can benefit from student card, barely retaining the emotion ... this afternoon, sandwiches for everyone!
As for me, are so happy that I can not help but give a little 'thought-diode front of paintings, interpreting the abstruse works, but none of us is not: in fact, Michael, to name just one, sudden Annunciation, which, unbeknownst to him, is projected worldwide by cameras in the museum!
But it is not possible to conclude the evening without having seen the palace of Schifanoja, since our ultimate goal is just to dodge a bit 'like the wheel of fortune, to quote Mike Bongiorno. So we are there for a moment, in the large hall with depictions of the months and the horoscope, as in a dream ... we just forget to dance, and we regret, because we were climbing on the dances of Provence. But no matter: perhaps there will be another opportunity, another show ... maybe the Palace of Versailles, our future goal, passing the bronze Statues [2] .
The hours and the streets run faster when you sing, so, in a tramp and a solo on Frank Sinatra, we run the hotel S. Paul, where we are greeted by another of the secrets of children Mazza Tonucci, that diverts us in two sumptuous rooms: finally I can make fun of someone, Elena unlucky on this occasion, the first to open the closet where he was surprised by the I have prepared. While waiting for dinner Ida Review the beaten track by Bassani [3] , which now belong to us fully, but we have hunger, no one serves the meal, so we rush to the nearest tavern, "the bear or cat White, however, would not remember ... more appropriate to call it "The Last Supper by Leonardo da Vinci", given the provision to the table, just right for a Thursday evening when all our desires can be realized. I know people who throw coins into the ditches of the castle, perhaps a boom, with his back toward the water, with the term dreaming ...
all those people! I do not believe and I never dared to try. Perhaps one of my "friend [4] ...
the evening, therefore, ends up this impressive scene, between the castle and the cathedral of Ferrara night, where the placid stillness is broken only by a dozen bicycles which collide, causing a massacre among the relatives of the Mazza Tonucci. Our desires are being fulfilled, we can do is sleep.
At the beginning of a long and tiring day when we face hardships, over lunch in a post-modern bar, we can only rely on the Pieridis Enze transformed into [5] (Milan ahead with such orange vest) so we have time left to visit the house of Ariosto, the main purpose of our movement (really interested in one of my "friend").
So, after visiting the cathedral and the dungeons of the castle in the company of some nice Guaglio Naples, we went into the garden of the museum of ancient art, which of course we do not linger. The structure is fascinating, Michael very much that a neighing horse Beautiful homage to the prof. Marchetti [6] .
We just have to take the train, Bologna ahead. The train, once again. The train, where there is no place. We have to get used to but, if you really want to organize the inter-rail in Siberia, via Edinburgh. Silvia
Meanwhile, the wicked, taking full possession of my sensitive camera, which is only slightly distort the lack of human figures. Alas, farewell memories set at one step: it is just an amateur, and this shows excessive hair, I fear, in front of each photograph. In Bologna boasts the worst of themselves, but fortunately calm entering a church that we were not going to see: S. Domenico. Here, unexpectedly, we encounter a horde of friends where we did not think of running: Giunta Pisano, a few medieval painter, S. Thomas Aquinas, and then Dante himself, who does not hesitate to beat, considering the propitiatory gesture [7] .
still drunk because tap water (it seems to be drinking), we continue our journey wandering around the old town: Bologna is a city vibrant and festive, low sodium, but above all warm and bright. As soon as we finish to formulate these thoughts, a few clouds in the sky begins to emerge: it is a sign of rain, is an omen of returning home.
Therefore abandon the last leg of our journey, the return is worth el'uggiosa fortunately relieved from our future projects, we have the courage to speak out loud in the car: from the tour of Patagonia to the Brussels sprouts, there for everyone. And then there are comments on the trip now once at the end: "I personally preferred the monument that has been the home of Ariosto [8] 'think anyone, giving himself a tone.
In any case, all roads lead to Milan's central station, and then we part touched by a slight, almost imperceptible concern, that worries me in particular: in fact, when someone asks Who's that dog who recommended to drink tap water with a diuretic, and re-dieretici laxatives ... I do not bark!
[1] Professor of Comparative Literature
[2] veiled allusion to the air for Field Engineering of Helena, who meditates to organize other trips to Provence in the north of Europe, Siberia and perhaps also in Calabria Who knows!
[3] Giorgio Bassani (1916-2000), writer
[4] Well, we pulled the coin. Our "friend" is just a useless screen
[5] Instead Pieridis turned into magpies are mentioned by Dante (Puragatorio I). The fluorescent orange jacket is one of the salient features of the clothing Enza
[6] Professor of English, from somatic equine
[7] we really pounded a sheet on which were inscribed some verses from Paradise
[8] Obviously we did not have time to visit this famous monument
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