In Fair Verona

on a street in verona

“Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.”

On my second stop in Italy, my friend Melissa and I, arrive late into the night in Verona. We had just taken the last late night, scariest local train of our life, where a crazy guy was walking up and down aisle looking as if he would rob us or worse. Luckily, us being New Yorkers, I took out my keys and a glass water bottle, and she took out her selfie stick for self defense. After taking a long look at us, he got deterred, but did not stop him from checking if we fell asleep every now and then. We did not sleep.

Because we arrived in Verona so late, our bed and breakfast was already closed for the night. The owner said he left the keys outside for us, but there was no key. So, being out of options and it was raining….we shouted at the balcony.

“Hello? Hello? Can someone let us in?”

The irony of shouting at the balcony in fair Verona, home of Romeo & Juliet, were not lost on us.

We actually…found spare keys in a bush. I’m serious.

The next day, we walked around the city, and noticed this wall of love notes – declarations of undying love – from all over the world. I left my own little note. I quickly found a piece of scrap paper, scribbled out what I could manage, and tacked it up the wall with a piece of gum. As I took one last look at the wall, I realized that I left a piece of my own everlasting story in the city of love, Verona.

“Good night, Good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow.”

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