After 2 months of hard grafting (ish) it was about time I gave
myself a well deserved rest and that is what I did last weekend, when I took
the trip by plane to see Hannah in Verona. All Saints Day (not named after the
famous nineties girl group or the clothes shop) is celebrated in Germany with a
public holiday, giving me the perfect chance to extend my trip to last from
Thursday to Monday.
Thursday + Friday - Sun, Sights and Swimwear
Arriving at around 2pm, I got off the bus from the airport
to see a beaming Hannah waiting for me wrapped up in her winter warmth (even
thought Verona feels tropical in comparison to Munich). Thursday was spent
relaxing and talking as we’d both had rather heavy nights the night before!
Dinner out at a typically Italian restaurant overlooking the Amphitheatre and
then we got an early night. Friday was forecasted sunshine so we headed out
into the city. After taking in the rather underwhelming sight of Juliet’s
famous balcony, we decided to look for higher ground in order to get a great
view of the city. We headed up to where the old city walls can still be seen
and got a fantastic panoramic of the city and surrounding areas, whilst taking
in the last of the Indian summer.
A quick change and we were out to an all-inclusive pool
party just outside of town. I assumed this would be a scummy affair, with
middle aged men stood waist deep in lukewarm water, leering at any girl who
went anywhere near. As such I didn’t bother to take swimwear with me – who wants
to be carrying around wet clothes in a club? Instead it turned out that this
was an ACTUAL pool with a bar and DJ booth. Swimwear was listed as optional so
was the split about 50-50? No. We were virtually the only people there not in
swimwear. The night never really picked up from here and we ended up waiting
around outside for a bus for about 2 hours.
Saturday was a slow day with one particular highlight – ice cream.
A smorgasbord of flavours was available on every street corner but Hannah took
me to a particular favourite where the ice cream had bits in. Not just small
bits, but full hazelnuts and wafers! Truly great.
Sunday - Oh Sun, Sun! Wherefore art thou Sun?
Sunday saw the rain arrive but we didn’t let it dampen our
spirits. Giardino Giusti is a beautiful, classically Italian garden in the
heart of Verona. Hidden behind huge walls, the garden is designed in tiers so
that a more of the city can be seen the further up you travel – very clever. I
wanted to do one last bit of sightseeing before I left so we made our way to
the Amphitheatre. What we hadn’t realised was that it only costs 1€ every first
Sunday of the month – which it was! I had a highly enjoyable time pretending I
was a fighter, a punter and also doing the classic thumbs down pose as Caesar.
A thoroughly enjoyable weekend all-round until my 4am Monday
morning journey to the airport by a very overpriced taxi followed by a full day
at work. It’s going to take rather a while to fit back into the Munich
lifestyle again.
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