Here we continue from itally...
Bologna: I had the fortune to have met a very special friend in Uppsala. This Latin-American raised Italian hosted me in this beautiful and monumental city that holds good pride on the tradition of coffee, delicious food and open air lifestyle but in a more organized way than the rest of Italy (Alice plz don’t get mad). I was stroked by finding out that Bologna harbored the oldest University of Europe. This majestic city was also hit by WW1 and one could see that by visiting the old university.
My friend treated me like a king, fed me tons of incredible food and got me drunk with the best possible wine. Cooked for me several times and spoiled me with fancy antipestos of delicious hams and cheese, it was so good that I didn’t want to leave the place. I’m in great debt pal, I’m waiting the opportunity to pay back!