Sans the marzipan and tea this time, I am ready for writing again. I left off on the visit to Michael and his friends at the army base. Great people and good memories. The southern Canadians (thatd be Mike and I, so-called by his friends) faithfully cheered the Badgers, seeing a sweet victory of the axe, and then we all walked to the Arena (the U.S. Army base bar) while singing a little Taylor Swift. We sound pretty good as a group, maybe well go on tour some day, ha. Then checking into the army base, I always have to get a signed permission form showing my passport and whatnot, however this time I understood more of the Italian guards dialogue while they issued my permission form, and realized they were signing me in as Mikes
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