Starting on Saturday 28th of August, I woke reasonably conscious, and after a good breakfast I was in a good enough state to start to make plans for the rest of the vacation and to hear all the things my friend had already planned while I was 'out'. It was the first time I got a hint of the fat that me and my friend do not have the same vocabulary, where I meant the one thing when I said something my friend meant something else and because of those misunderstandings we ended up getting into several arguments.
We spent the day doing what I consider nothing, we swam in the swimmming pool located on the roof of the building, hanged about town, made photo's, visit a museum, bought cards intended to sent home, talked and in the end of the day we spend some quality time hanging abut in a good restaurant. My craving for pasta (mostly caused by all the pizza's I saw going about) let us to a place called Bella Italia and as always the second I saw the word Lasagna on the menu my mind was set. My friend also didn't take long to decide but to be honest that rarely happens, what on his own can be extremely tiresome. After dinner we went back to our hotel where we told the receptionist the name of the restaurant and the exact location. She had namely told us it was located on the corner but the truth was it was located in a small ally up one flight of stairs and then towards the corner of the building. She was really happy we had told her that so that next time somebody asked about a good Italian close by she could tell. back in our room I tried to make a dent in my book but as always on holidays the second my head touched the pillow I slept till morning.
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