Sunday morning we woke up early to go to the Mons service. The majority of the parish is Romanian so the liturgy was sung in Romanian and Italian. Unfortunately, we had to leave after the homily because the Italian boys were meeting us to go to the soccer game. There were ten of us so we had to go early to get seats. Because of course, assigned seats don't stop Italians from sitting where the hell they feel like. Shocker.
As we approached the stadium, it felt like tailgating for a football game. John was ecstatic. Can you tell he's from Ohio? However, inside, it was completely unAmerican. They didn't even sell alcohol. When I got inside, I was relieved. I finally understand what the Colosseum must have been like. Screaming, cheering, chanting, borderline rioting fans. Thousands of them. Before the game even started. It was a crackling, electric wave of sheer adrenaline. This crowd had its own pulse. Palermo isn't even a great team. Fortunately, neither was Bologna so it wasn't a heartbreaking game. We tied 1-1.
The popsicle man decided he was going to sell his wares directly in front of us which meant we were passing back and forward money and popsicles for awhile. We didn't even get a free popsicle out of it for watching his boxes when he left! It was gorgeous weather however. Our bottle of SPF 50 was passed back and forth repeatedly.
After the game, sunburned and delighted, we walked home to eat Mons' delicious Carbonara pasta. That man knows how to please. We were supposed to explore the city center that night but we begged off, being absolutely drained. There was a lot of nap time during our trip...
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