First thing that came to my mind when I heard that we were going to Bologna was obviously the shitty lunch meat found in every family’s fridge. I wasn’t surprised however that this city is no where near comparison to some shitty lunch meat. It’s a rich city full of unique spunk that makes it unique. In the park, I was amazed by the bastardized kids harassing the pigeons and people. They mocked beggars and caused disturbance to the pigeon population. I was a bit pissed off, but what was I to do? The only thing that truly matters was that gelato. I cannot recall the name but my god. Literally the banana was not dyed yellow, which honestly amazed me.     

      At the University of Bologna I was fascinated to a point. I was a bit surprised that we had to buy a ticket but eh, I would probably charge people if I could make some money. The place where Mary Shelley got her inspiration was inspiring. I could just imagine the clicking in the brain she felt while watching a little frog come back to life in a sense. I love that feeling, when something just clicks. 

     Later on my group and I went up into Bologna’s tower. In which it was a long long journey up to the top but worth it. Looking down at the roof tops shed beauty into my eyes. I could just imagine these towers towering over the city. It’s just something different, something that you could never do in the states. Especially because of all the damn security measures. 

    Overall Bologna had a special feel to it. Bologna is not some big thing like Roma but it is still a charming city. Full of lovely people and great gelato. Beside those bastard kids…