Happy two month anniversary to Bologna and me!!! To celebrate, I decided to share this lovely event with three other people. My mom and two family friends decided to have a girls’ weekend in Bologna. They arrived on a Friday at noon and left before noon on Tuesday. Needless to say, I am still worn out. Trying to pack everything I have learned about this amazing city into four days was exhausting to say the least.
I gave them a small mini walking tour through the main square, the university zone, and finishing with seeing my apartment. 2.52 miles of walking, including going to a cute little restaurant on via Urbana. It is on the BCSP’s website and is called La Traviatta.
To show them more of Italy, I took them to the Tourist Office (located in Piazza Maggiore) to find out if there were any specific activities for the weekend. They booked a walking tour with a Bologna native for Sunday morning and an excursion for Monday. Now when I say excursion, I mean like an all-day thing. The walking tour was wonderful. Our guide was amazing and had some fun tidbits that I hadn’t heard since my arrival in Bologna.
Monday’s excursion included a car that was going to pick us up and drive us everywhere all day. This started with a 7am pick-up time. That meant getting up at 6am on a Monday morning (as if Monday isn’t already the least favorite day of the week). The driver (who told us to call him Johnny) was really nice and helpful. We shared a car with this lovely elderly couple from Sydney, Australia. The excursion consisted of three different tours: a Parmeggiano Reggiano factory, a Balsamic Vinaigrette villa, and a prosciutto factory. These factories were located in the Modena area of Italy (roughly an hour outside of Bologna).
The cheese factory was pretty straight forward. I can now describe in detail how to read the rind of the cheese that you get when you buy a wedge. What I found the most interesting was the vinaigrette villa. The process is a little difficult (and far too lengthy) to write on here. Basically there is a completely noticeable difference between the stuff that Americans put on their salad and truly artistic vinaigrette. The prosciutto factory was little uncomfortable. I love meat as much as anyone else (except vegetarians and vegans, that is) and I felt a little strange being surrounded by pig legs. Plus they are stored in a freezer for a while, and the temperature in there was unbearable for me.
The schedule said a light lunch and to wear spandex pants. This was basically like an eight-course meal. I’m being serious too. Not an exaggeration. I can’t even remember how many plates came out for us. However, all in all it was a great experience.