So Rimini was a blast and a mo'fuckin' half. We all had a great time and the group was extremely chill, fun, and ready to go hard Bologna Shore style.
We spent all day at the beach. The water was cool and refreshing, and the weather was almost perfect. The only struggles we had were with the women that came around regularly throughout the day asking if any of us wanted a massagio (massage). We then proceeded to continue our BNO weekend by going out hard both nights to some pretty fun discoteche and danced our lives away. 2fun 2handle. But as Sunday rolled around, things started to go a little less smoothly. Some of us got up at the ass crack of dawn (after having gone to sleep 3 hours previously) to catch a 9:47 train from Rimini to Bologna Centrale. When we got there, however, our train had been canceled. I mean, it sucked, but it was manageable. There was another train to Bologna Centrale at 10:41. Then that motherfucker was canceled. Eventually every damn regional train was canceled going in our direction. Being the curious and inquisitive little students we are, we asked the caribinieri what was going on, and their bitch asses done looked at Mari and said (in italian of course) "It's a national strike (sciopero), don't you know...it was on TV". Okay, hold up. Our broke ass college student life is not conducive to staying in a hotel complete with a TV...is that a joke? Why weren't there signs posted at the front door or something? There were still so many people in the station, apparently we weren't the only people that didn't know. So, anyway, we were stranded at the train station...until....my God of a language partner called and said he would come PICK OUR ASSES UP from Rimini (almost 2 hours from his house) so that he could take us to the Cook-out that other language partners were throwing for us (the reason we were taking the early train in the first place). He is probably one the nicest most considerate people I've ever met. So Giulio picks us up and takes us to his house for a hot minute and then we're off to the Cook-out. We had officially survived our first sciopero, but the real fun didn't come until after we got to the cook-out. These Italians be all sorts of crazy...my kinda people :).
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