The next day, we walked to the University of Bologna. I was supposed to study there for a year, but decided to graduate a year early, end my second major in Italian without finishing it and run off to Brazil instead. This is one of the many reasons I’ve studied Italian before. I took 5 semesters at the University of Minnesota before deciding not to study in Italy.
It was interesting seeing where I would have spent a whole year. It was absolutely covered with graffiti, much of which was anarchist or Marxist or just ugly tagging. Honestly, it was in pretty terrible condition. I think I am glad I didn’t end up living there. Here is a sample:
Some of the city was nice, but the university was not among the nice bits, though it did have this:
By this day, we had nearly run out of water. We actually brought a whole crate of water from Asda (owned by Wal-Mart, similar in style) because water, especially still water, seems less popular in Western Europe than it is in the US and the UK by a fair amount. I base this assumption on visiting Italy and Germany and living in Spain and Chris’s various adventures in Europe before he met me. The 28 bottles we brought were not quite enough. Sunday can also be a tricky day in many European countries, as things are often closed or will close early. We had a bit of a race against time trying to first find a cash point and then to find an open grocery store. We walked a few miles before we finally found a cash point. It turned out there was one right near our hotel, but we had failed to notice it until we got back later. We did also find a grocery store on time.
After ending our water hunt, we had still more ham and cheese toasties and espresso and the sun even decided to show up for a bit:
In the evening, we went to a restaurant recommended by someone at the hotel. We actually tried to book something else and he said it was rubbish, so we went with his recommendation. We were happy he had one as it was quite hard to find a restaurant open Sunday nights in Italy at all. Even in a city full of anarchist graffiti, certain more traditional laws tend to still be on the books in many European countries in regard to trade laws that can easily take people from the US and the UK by surprise since most of those sorts of laws have long gone in the US and the UK. We tried yet another spag bol, in addition to some amazing bresaola:
The city at night seemed to come alive and actually looked nicer to me than it did during the day with the evening lighting. It also appeared to double in population. The streets were blocked off and people could walk in the road. It was quite nice:
We were low on water yet again and have a tip for any thirsty Americans or Britons wandering the streets of Italy: kebab shops. Even during the hours where most restaurants and shops are closed, there is a good chance that the kebab shops will be open and sell bottled water that will be cheaper and more abundant than your hotel’s mini fridge. This also worked in Munich, Germany a few years ago for the record. Munich was actually our inspiration for bringing a crate of water with us. Munich is a gorgeous city, but we were absolutely parched most of the time.
We headed back to the hotel for one more bottle of prosecco, which is both Chris’s and possibly Britain’s favorite wine. It isn’t as well known in the US, but it has been massively popular in Britain for several years:
The hotel gave us these on the house, which was excellent: 
As with the previous few videos, turn on the English not the English (automatic) subtitles. Here’s the video: