Pilgrimage to Padova

Basilica of Saint Anthony 

Hello all, got to ride the Knight Bus from Harry Potter yesterday! No joke, combine two layer bus, front seats on top layer and Italian driving…magic was defiantly used to get around corners. Oh and did I mention its not going to be above 20 degrees C anytime in the forecasted future...weather I feel cheated, you skipped the nice transition period called fall and I am not sure if I can commit to winter just yet! But I digress; Padova is what I wanted to talk about today.

The bus ride there was an adventure all to its self, from going through places no bus should ever fit in to the sight of the sun rising upon mountains, it was amazing. I don’t think I will ever get used to that sight, looking out my window and seeing something that majestic block my path. I understand people who climb Mt Everest to a degree; I do not see mountains as something I want to conquer but more like, I bet that view is amazing. Someday I will find a place close to the sky and sea and I’ll never leave.

Roman Chariot Race Track

Padova is an ancient Roman city in Northern Italy and is the pilgrimage city of Italy because of the Basilica of St. Anthony. So of course we get to go on a school culture visit, pay 5 euro’s for bus and admission and then get 10 euro’s for food because we were not at Mensa, love Italian politics sometime. Add on that Henry Thomas is our guide, and it is one of the best things in the world. Padua is the old district of Padova and that’s where we spent our day, it’s one of the most amazing cities I have ever been to. It has the element of tourism that I dislike, but it’s counterbalanced by the fact that real people live there, it’s a real environment to live in, there are local pubs in side alleys hidden parts that I could see myself actually enjoying living in, and it is so beautiful!

The people I was with also made the day enjoyable. It’s amazing the college, how it slams so many cultures together and within the confusion, you can just stick to one person and immediately have a connection. Who knew an American and a Slovene could have so much in common, or that hanging out with an Estonian always leads to trouble. The world is not as big as people make it out to be, I bet no one reading this blog is in the same country as me and yet they can still now my thoughts. Teenagers everywhere are the same, just like pizza (Hey I’m in Italy) we all have the same base but with different flavors. 

Latvian, Estonian,Slovene and I