2 days in the home of Romeo and Juliet was more than enough time to realize how romantic a city Verona really is. Narrow streets lined with colorful buildings that have vines overflowing from their balconies, Vespas weaving in and out of cars and people, animated conversations with one hand waving frantically while the other holds the precious gelato, church bells ringing, and the smell of pizza in the oven…this is the scene at Piazza Erbe, the more “local” of the two main squares. I’ve definitely arrived in Italy.
Tourist season must be winding down, as even the camera wielding people I pass by are speaking Italian. While I’m not quite immersed completely, I’m getting there, and hopefully, as time goes on, I’ll start to understand more and more of what the gelato waving Italians are saying to their friends…