So, I had decided to go get myself a tattoo as my souvenir for this trip. This trip meant so much to me and I wanted the tattoo as a reminder of all I had experienced in Italy. Unfortunately, finding a tattoo shop was harder than I had expected it to be. I had gotten the idea when we were in Florence. I proceeded to look up some shops online to see how close they were. I also looked at the reviews to see if the shop was clean and professional. I found a shop that was about a twenty minute walk from our apartment. The reviews on it were all very good and the pictures of tattoos they have done looked really impressive. I walked to the address and found the shop, but it seemed to be closed. I went back to the apartment and messaged the owners and unluckily for me, they were out of town currently.When we had arrived in Bologna, I decided to climb the towers. When I had made it to the top, I had an indescribable feeling. The view was so amazing and I just wanted to remember it forever. For this reason, I decided to give the tattoo another shot. This time I looked up some shops and found two that were fairly close and had really good reviews. They seemed like my best options. I ventured to the first one and it started to look promising. The lady spoke English and proceeded to see if they had any spots available for that day. They did not have any time for me that day and the lady was actually pretty rude, so I’m glad I didn’t get one there. I decided to try and find the other shop. I figured that if the next one didn’t work out then maybe it was a sign not to get one. Casey and I walked down a street and saw a tattoo shop with a family walking out of it. It didn’t seem to be the one I was looking for, so I decided to look down a different street. There was nothing on that street, so we decided to go back to the tattoo shop we had just seen and check it out. When we had gotten closer, we realized it was the one I was looking for. It was about 6:30 and they closed at 7:00. We suddenly realized that the family who was leaving were probably the owners closing up early. It was very disappointing. Bologna made me realize that maybe I’m just not meant to get tatted right now and I need to find something else to remind me of how this trip has impacted me.