Many thanks to my parents. Possibly 1 bajillion thanks to be exact.
By mere happenstance, we were able to meet up with them at the exact time of their arrival in Perugia. Rosey and I had arrived earlier, making our way somewhat haphazardly uphill towards the hotel (5 star). We had just stormed our way up the meandering slope and were resting in a hilltop plaza. Gearing ourselves up after a brief respite and readying for some more fantastic hill climbing action, I look over and there is the hotel (5 star) and my parents unloading their car.
The day concluded with a short stroll around the local area, some gelati, matching red spedos and swimming in the ancient underground swimming pool of the hotel (5 star).
The rest of the week was a blur of food, wine and adventures. We visited some of the smaller towns around the area including Assisi and Siena. Mother had the foresight to pack some watercolor paints with her and we made good use of them high up on the castle of Assisi's warrior priest (preferable to aged bishop).
Before too long we moved camp to the small coast town of Riomaggiore which was more or less the perfect place for anyone to leave a perfectly peaceful life. A cliff side trail that we walked one day brought us to a couple similar towns; small, quaint, with excellent wine.
Mother and Father were wonderful companions but unfortunately had to go back to the drudgery of adulthood, allowing the Adventure Kids to frolic in what little remains of their youth and innocence. And sometimes growing up means you have to strike out to find a fortune of your own. Rosey and I, today, will journey on separate paths and reconvene in Amsterdam in mid April. Our parting can only be described as, The Day of a Thousand Tears.
Rosey is kind of a nub and won't update the blog but as of 12:20pm on April 3rd he was alive and well, standing in line to get a ticket to Budapest...or Belfast...dunno.
Anyway, just got into Milan today. It's rainy and cold here. My hostel is in a sort of converted apartment building on the outer urban area of the city. The main stairwell and lobby bear an eerie resemblance to the interior design of Rapture. I just finished a chat with a Japanese girl from Tokyo who's never heard of Haruhi Suzumiya. A dog is tearing the face off of a stuffed dinosaur and reception is playing a techno-remix of Avril Lavigne's "Skater Boy." All in all a rather surreal welcoming.
Great post. I didn't know your 'rents went on a trip-- like I say, nobody tells me anything. Hilarious for you to refer to them as Mother and Father. Makes them sound like stodgy victorian corpses.
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