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I’m Suffering from Gelato Withdrawal. . .

Finally, here is the much-awaited Italy Travel Blog. Due to high public demand, I’m putting out this one before the Chartres “1000th Anniversary of the Commissioning of the Cathedral” Medieval Festival that took place the week before I left for vacation, so stay posted for the Medieval Blog to come out probably next weekend. I really should write these blogs more often because I end up with so much to put in them they become very long - so here’s another long one, sorry!

I'm Suffering From Gelato Withdrawal

Lisa Damico
2007-03-08 19:53:32

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I'm Suffering from Gelato Withdrawal. . .

Finally, here is the much-awaited Italy Travel Blog. Due to high public demand, I'm putting out this one before the Chartres "1000th Anniversary of the Commissioning of the Cathedral" Medieval Festival that took place the week before I left for vacation, so stay posted for the Medieval Blog to come out probably next weekend. I really should write these blogs more often because I end up with so much to put in them they become very long - so here's another long one, sorry!

After only a week and a half of work, it was naturally time for a vacation here en France. Whereas they don't really celebrate Halloween, they do celebrate Toussaints or All Saint's Day, November 1, and the school systems let out for vacation. Since in my last semester at UVA I took an Italian class, I thought my best move would be to pay a visit to the cousins in Italy before all the Italian in my head gets replaced with French. I therefore hopped on the overnight train from Paris to Milan Wednesday night (October 25) and arrived at 7 AM the next morning. My train "couchette"
Francesco the maker of the Fork Chairs, Paolo & Roberto
(little bed) was surprisingly comfortable and I would have had a very nice night's rest if I hadn't been in a "carrozza" with Armand. No Armand was not a tall, dark and handsome Frenchman, but instead a 3-year-old boy who definitely did not want to go to bed when his parents told him to (not that I blame him, I for that matter did not want to go to bed at 8:30 pm either). Finally after 45 minutes of screaming, he settled down for bed while I on the other hand sat on the top bunk attempting to study my Italian class flashcards by the light of the nightlight. I could only stand so much "Flashcards in the dark," so I called it quits and went to bed only to be awaken by some more screaming from an unhappy Armand at 1 am and the whispering of his parents going "Qu'est-ce qu'il y a Armand? Qu'est-ce qu'il ...