Well...sorry to let everyone down...but this place is NOTHING like G'ville. No Wade Hampton, no Dixie's, no Bi-Lo Center, and definitely no plaque that says "Sister City of Greenville, SC" anywhere. In fact, no one even knew they HAD a sister-city in the USA. How gay.
The town itself was actually nothing special. Just a normal city with buildings and people. I had my first Italian dinner there. Also nothing special. Did you know they didn't even have fettuccine alfredo here?! Apparently, alfredo is an AMERICAN thing! America - 1, Italia - 0.
There was a cool guy from Sweden named Erik who was staying in my hostel room. He was travelling alone too, so we explored the town a bit that night. We grabbed a few beers, and talked about our countries. Nice guy.
We also found a big gathering of people who were carrying torches and singing for Good Friday. We joined them of course, minus the fire-hazards. They were following the city "saint" though, who obviously needed a wheelchair or a cane or something, so they were creeping along the streets. We quickly got tired of the pace, and ran ahead.
While Erik was asking for directions or something, I kicked the ball around with some Italian kids in the street. They didn't like me...or my toe-kicking. So they stopped passing to me. Jerks.
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