Prego, Prego, Prego.

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This day was almost an action replay as the previous. We got up, bought some more pizza and juice, but traveled to a different lake, Lake Molveno. The bus rides out to these lakes provided great scenery, there were vineyards and fields of corn everywhere.

Lake Molveno was just as pretty, if not prettier, than Lake Garda, with a fantastic backdrop, plenty of skydivers, and a quaint little village. It was a bit colder than the day before so we passed on swimming but skimmed stones for probably close to an hour. Before getting a bus back we sore the greatest jersey ever made, I want one!

We had also bought a whole range of local beers from the supermarket that day, so once we got back we polished off a few. Tamara had invited us to a street party, so we headed to that in the evening. It pretty much entailed a whole heap of students standing in the streets drinking. It was quite amusing to watch. One guy thought he was superman and could dive roll under a garage door, he stopped a crowd of people then ran full speed, stopped and rolled under, probably the lamest thing I have ever seen. Anyway we headed to another bar and had a few more drinks before heading back. We thought about staying another day, but thought we should have a gander at Milan.

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