May 15. Monday.

After a needed day of trying to catch up with myself (a hopeless task), and bidding farewell to Simona, Monica and her husband Massimo took me into the city of Bologna, where she had attended high school and university (the oldest university in Europe). Interesting city—one would never get wet if it rained there because almost all the sidewalks are under these huge arches. It was fitting that in Bologna (or Bolonia), the birthplace of baloney, we had a plate of Italian meats, and I must say it was the best baloney I have ever eaten. I don’t often eat meat (other than chicken and turkey), but I had to make an exception here. Got back late.