In late February I (this is Nash by the way) went on a trip to a Model United Nations conference in Genoa, Italy. My school group was meant to meet at the Bonn train station early in the morning. My dad was taking me. As we were pulling out of the driveway he said, do you need your passport? No, I said, we're taking the train and its all in the EU, no border checks. When we got to the train station I found out that I needed a passport because we were flying back. My dad raced home to fetch it. I was waiting impatiently. I got a call from one of my friends saying that our train was at the station and about to leave. My dad then popped up out of nowhere and handed me my passport. I ran as fast as I could, bumping into people, and continuously saying "Entschuldegung". I just barely made it. Phew!
The ceiling in the room where my conference was held was very elaborate and interesting. When things got a bit boring, it was nice to have some entertainment from above.
When I wasn't debating over fake stuff, I was wandering around the old town of Genoa. It was once a powerful city-state that rivaled Venice. The old city gate (which was really tall) was a testament to Genoa's forgotten, but noble past.
Through the trees the house where Christopher Columbus was born can be seen. He first went to the Genoese government for funding to sail to the New World but they refused. Spain was his plan B I guess.
The old town was filled with narrow alleyways, old churches and squares, gelaterias, and pasta places. Each day I was there for lunch I went out and got some Gelato and Pesto (a pasta traditionally from Genoa). It was delicious! I've never had better ice cream in my life. I was in paradise!
And the warm welcome from the siblings upon returning home.
