We started the morning with Grant's birthday experience: a walking food tour. These food tours are great ways to get the "lay of the land," so to speak. You get a little history, a little culture, and lots of food. We joined two UK couples who were completely delightful and acted as surrogate grandparents, complete with holding hands and helping to cross streets.
We started with local polenta and arborio pastries and coffee. Then, it was homemade pasta which we saw the shop owner make. Then wine. Then salami and cheeses. Then gelato. It was brilliant.
After the tour and for the rest of the afternoon and evening, we found ourselves amidst one of Europe's largest protest weekends. There was something exciting about so many people coming together, but when the riot gear came out, we were done people watching and off to dinner. Verona is alive with people right now. I don't imagine it is usually this busy, but even with tens of thousands of extra peeps, the city still feels quiet in spots.
Dinner. Outside. 70 degrees. Sitting near the Roman-built arena (which is older than the Coliseum in Rome) eating pizza and pasta and laughing.
Simply put, Verona is everything I wanted Italy to be.
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