Bar Crawl Gone Wrong



This is the true story of a student from Bryant University picked to live in a villa and have his life recorded. Find out what happens when he leaves New Jersey and things start getting real.
The Real World - Florence, Italy.




One of the cities in the Cinque Terra







Spain






It was a school trip to Mantova and Ferrara last weekend. School trips are organized through Arcadia University and they provide transportation and lodging at a hotel. So far, every town that we’ve visited through school has been really cool, but Mantova and Ferrara were small towns with not much to do. Nevertheless, it was an interesting weekend.
We were told to meet at the bus station on Saturday morning for 7:00 AM. I got ready a few minutes early so that I could catch the sunrise.


After the tour we were really hungry. Usually, we split up and do our own thing, but this time all 18 of us went to lunch at Cantina Canosa. Monica gave us the heads up on a few traditional local dishes. I thought I’d give it a shot, so I was one of the adventurous few who ordered the pumpkin ravioli….and the verdict?? They were really good! Very sweet, it was like eating candy, it brought back good memories of my mom’s pumpkin cookies. They didn’t give you a lot though. I like going for quantity over quality, but this time it was worth it.

We went back to Hotel Dante and checked into our rooms. It felt like we had seen most of the town so we weren’t sure about what to do for the rest of the day. We had heard something about a nice lake nearby. A couple of us met in the lobby and we invited Monica to come with us. She thought the idea was fabulous and led us to a supermarket where we could pick up some wine. Once there, we walked into a goldmine, wine for 1 Euro. Our teacher warned us about cheap wine and tried recommending something in the 3-4 Euro price range. We didn’t listen and some people bought bread and cheese.
We found a nice picnic table at the park and at once opened all 7 bottles of wine with a pocket knife. We didn’t have any cups so we started drinking out of the bottle and Monica flipped out when she saw this. She started rambling in Italian, but we understood the gist of it. It’s not appropriate to drink wine out of the bottle. We thought it was really funny. We felt bad so some people left to buy cups. This is a picture of some of us with the wine.

Later, it started raining and we went back to the hotel. Shortly after, everyone was overcome with blushed faces, severe headaches, and drowsiness. No one was in the mood to do anything. Monica warned us about buying the cheap wine and I guess we learned a valuable lesson.
We organized a group dinner for later that night. I forget the name of the place, but it was very small and we waited an hour to be seated. I followed a sign for the bathroom which led directly outside where you had to continue walking for about 20 meters to an outhouse. Anyways, I was looking at the menu and the first course was an easy choice. I chose the homemade pasta with pork, Parmigiano and a balsamic vinegar sauce.
So I’m looking at the second courses and I’m thinking to myself, I tried the pumpkin ravioli earlier today so why stop now? So I’m like…ah what the hell…I’ll get the donkey. I was the only brave sole to order it and I was nervous, very nervous. Everyone was laughing and they were staring at me when I went in for the first bite….and the verdict?? Thank god, it was edible. It tasted a little like pot roast, but with a lot of fat and a weird after taste. Well I finished that baby, but I think I'll stick to ordering chicken and pasta from now on.
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Ferrara
We woke up easily the next morning for one reason. Two words, continental breakfast. I haven’t had a real breakfast in so long. I usually eat cereal every morning because it’s easy and efficient. These free buffet style breakfasts are incredible, I had to pace myself. I think some people go on the school trips just for this reason alone.
We only spent a couple hours in Ferrara so there isn’t much to write about. We found a castle that had a cool moat, a drawbridge, and large cannon.
There was some type of parade going on with people dressed up in medieval costumes and playing instruments.
There was also an open market with a lot of old posters, books, and antiques.
Then, we found a bunch of chickens. The chickens were fighting each other and it brought back good memories of that Seinfeld episode when Kramer enters "little Jerry" into the cock fight.
Lastly, we ate lunch at Cyclone Pizzeria and I couldn’t leave Ferrara without ordering the “Cyclone Pizza.” The ingredients: Mozzarella, Ricotta, Pomodoro, Cipelle, Rugula and Salami Piccante. The bus ride back to Florence was long and it sucked.