Being a Bolognesi
I was still wet from the shower when I heard our doorbell ring. It was Saturday morning and I was starting to molt into a new Patrick after a heavy night of inexpensive drinking. Gathering my thoughts, I realized that Salvatore was probably going to barge through the door with a group of 10 SAISers at any minute. I closed the door and frantically made myself presentable. In the same manner that our apartment touring group entered the endless apartments, this group walked in and made the most of their time inspecting their potential new digs. And, of course, the group marveled at our view, a view that won us a new roommate.
After our spontaneous housewarming party, I made my way to the SAIS picnic that was put together by a few of the more organized SAISers. We gathered at a park on the Southeast part of town,and the showing was strong. What started as a small gathering of around 10 SAISers grew in stages to more than 25, probably 30 people.
Everyone brought something to the picnic, both in terms of stories and food. Some of the group started a pick up game of soccer in the open field away from the shade of the picnic. Others, myself included, stayed behind to drink wine.
We all had a moment of celebrity when a photographer from the local paper stumbled on our group and took a picture for the paper. A friend joked that the headline will read, "The People Who were Too Stupid to Go to the Beach." It would be fitting being that everyone in town is on vacation.
It seemed like a gathering that could last easily into the early evening, but the clouds had other plans. The low rumble of thunder beyond the park should have acted as a clear warning, but it was just background noise to our group. But the background noise turned to a monsoon in a matter of seconds.
For a while everyone attempted to find cover, but the playground equipment and threes hardly shielded us from the barrage of rain. Led fearlessly by the lone brit at the picnic, a few of us left shelter to enjoy the first bit of cool weather that we had felt in Bologna.
The rain left as quickly as it came, leaving us with the weather that we’re all used to: sweltering heat.
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