Days 6 and 7: Assisi and FruityBits

The Adventure That Was Assisi.

9am: meet outside to depart for assisi.

9:20: we start wondering where the cars are

9:30: cars arrive, we pile into them. Carissa drove our little fiat with me, hannah, katy and anna

9:45: we depart

10:15: problem #1. The van Christine was driving started smoking, so we pulled over and hung out for a while. It sucked that we couldn't do anything, but luckily we were stranded next to a gorgeous lake.

Jodi (whom we affectionately call Todi) and Becky chillin out by the lake

11:15: we determine that the car is safe enough to drive, and off to assisi we go

11:20: the car has trouble accelerating, so we pull over by the side of the road.

11:22: we discover that this particular spot at the side of the road is the operation center for one unhappy little prostitute, who didn't like us interurpting her business.

11:30: off we go again

During the next hour, the dramamine i took begain to kick in. Unfortunately, I didn't have the non drowsy formula, so i was zonked. i apparently fell asleep with my head out the window. that was comfy.

1:15: ASSISI! we finally made it. and we were all starving, but Matteo didn't want to let us eat right away, so we wandered around the chapel where St Francis apparently did great things

2:10: Lunchtime. hallelujah. we had a delicious meal of bread, cheese, salad, salami, tomatoes, olives, and juice.

We wandered around the town for a while, saw the tomb of Francis in the Basilica and other such sights.

That's where my friend francis is buried.

At 6 we left, and drove for a good 2 hours back to Orvieto. On the way back, we discovered several wonderful Italian radio stations that provided us great entertainment. If you were wondering, Italians love Green Day. 121 Guns played 6 different times while we were driving. We also discovered this special little gem by Laurent Wolf, whom i'm sure will not be winning any grammys anytime soon... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJDgEl2x9Ys

That led to some dancing and whatnot.

When we returned, John Skillen was there to greet us

DAY 7: The tragedy of the fruitybits

After lunch today, Carissa and I ventured off for our daily ritual of afternoon gelato. We made it our goal on the first night to try all the flavours, to accurately judge which ones are best. Today we got 3 flavours, one of which I can't pronounce or spell, but it was white with fruit and things on top. IT WAS THE WORST TASTING THING ON THE PLANET. it tasted like a piece of christmas fruitcake that someone threw away and then picked it up a year later and put it in gelato. it broke my little heart to taste it. Needless to say, we threw that away and got a new cone full of nutella hazelnut gelato, which was much more satisfactory.