I flew into Perugia International Airport, which consisted of 2 gates. We were the only plane for the day, so it wasn't too crowded. I had my passport inspected, then went on to find the airport shuttle had told me about previously. The man spoke no English, which made it interesting. There was a very crazy looking pseudo-hippy going too, I am fairly sure he talked his way out of paying. He was thickly and longly bearded, and spoke English and Italian, so he made sure I got to the Piazza Italia. Jay was waiting for me, and we were on our way.
The city of Perugia is the capital of the Perugia region, and it is on top of a very large hill. The streets are very winding and narrow. There seems to be no easy way to get anywhere, and after three days I was always surprised when we ended up back at Jay's flat. The views were beautiful, the buildings very old, and the food was delicious. Jay picked a very good place to live for 4 months.
The next day, Saturday, Jay and I went early to Rome to pick up Sophia. She didn't want to make the 3 hour train-ride by herself, and understandably so. On our way up, there were roughly 12 drunk and still drinking (at 9am) soccer fans. They were wearing various hats and wigs, and did not stop singing Italian songs for the duration of the journey. The entire 3 hours. Seriously.
Sophia says we have to go see Paris right now. Right now. So I'll get back on later tonight and write some more about it all. Leave me a comment.
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Sounds like you are having a great time. Glad you and Jay were there to protect our little Sophia. Remember LOTS OF PICTURES!
Sounds like your having a great time. Glad you and Jay were there to protect our little Sophia.
Remember LOTS OF PICTURES!
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