Thursday we got kind of a late start. Might have had something to do with all the food the night before.
The plan had been to visit the Perugina chocolate factory in Perugia. We got there at just the right time, but unfortunately we were told the tour guide was sick and so we couldn't go take the tour. Bummer! What ever would we eat?
We drove from the ugly, industrial outskirts of Perugia up the hill and into it's lovely historic center. Then we promptly turned around because we'd accidentally driven into a resident's only zone. We parked the car halfway down the hill and hiked back up for a late tortellini lunch.
The five of us spent the afternoon wandering, shopping and taking pictures. A lonely old man in a three-quarter length fur coat, bow-tie, cap and cane tried to strike up a conversation with Dad, and I surprised myself when I told him that my dad doesn't speak Italian and was even able to answer where Dad was from when the man asked. Two points for Rosetta Stone and two points for me. Mom took a picture of the interaction but I didn't realize until I saw it how much my ass was hanging out of my sweater dress so I'm not posting it here.
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| I'm not really sure what was going on that day, but I looked like a 1980's prom queen with that coat and hair. |
When dusk settled we all hiked down to the parking garage, and made the most important discovery of our trip-to-date: gelato. Six days into our trip and we hadn't found gelato until now. We all promptly made up for that deficit with huge scoops of deep, dark chocolate.
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