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Firenze, Italy 2012

Living the life of an Italian journalist.

Perugia Eurochocolate Festival

Italy Perugia, Italy  |  Oct 29, 2012
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 To sum the trip up: we ate lots of chocolate... 

Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate! World Internships was kind enough to send me to a world renowned chocolate festival in the beautiful city of Perugia. There, I met with several other students who were also on internships, and we wandered about the festival gorging ourselves on free samples. I ate a salted dark chocolate that soon after became my favorite chocolate of all time, and I freakin' worked at a candy shop! I wish I'd bought more of the stuff (although salting my own chocolate doesn't seem like too much extra work).         

Three of the students came from UMass and studied landscape design. Interesting stuff. We talked about living buildings and rooftop gardens. The other two students came from the other side of the planet: one girl from the Greek island of Cyprus, and a guy from Cape Town, South Africa. Not surprisingly, he'd never heard of the Swingers Jazz club. Even the cab driver last year had been sketched out taking me to that club. South Africa's a pretty dangerous place. Leading the pack was CISabroad's local correspondant, Romina, who knew all the best spots to sip hot chocolate, eat authentic Italian food, and take panoramic photos.         

To sum the trip up: we ate lots of chocolate, it rained, the wind blew, and I was glad when we finally made our way to a quint Italian restaurant for lunch. I hadn't slept well the night before, so my body made up for it by telling me to eat more. I ate more. And more. And more. Antipasta, primi piatti, secondi piatti, a few glasses of local vino rosso, a cup of expresso at the end of the meal, and a shot glass (though you drink it slowly) of a fortified Italian liquor traditionally drank at the end of meals. I'm a slow eater, so I felt a bit guilty as everyone waited for me to finish before the next course could be served. Eating slowly is good for digestion, I've heard. That's my excuse.I'm not sure how I managed to eat more chocolate after lunch...         

I strummed guitar and sang songs while waiting at the train station on the way back. I feel like that's what guitars are for: playing blues songs at train stations. The train to Perugia had been pretty miserable on account of my lack of sleep and my inability to nap during daylight hours. I would have slept on the train if I could have. Instead, I watched the countryside slip by as the sun came up. Quite beautiful, and I would have taken a picture, but I've become worse than ever lately about photographing my life; I just don't like being behind a camera. I'm also beginning (though I'm resisting) to develop an aversion towards computers and electronics. Real life proves so much more fulfilling, human, and lively than the digital realm. I think my high-school hippie tendencies never actually left, they just lay dorment for a few years.

At the end of the day, I'd made some new friends, eaten too many bars of chocolate, and had gotten to explore a beautiful Italian city—all as a complimentary trip from World Internships. Thanks, guys! 

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