The next morning we had to wake up at 7 AM after a show night. Gianni had to go work. We were slightly exhausted, and had to find inspiration to carry our heavy, hot backpacks to catch the train and make our way to Verona. But it was very worth it... this spontaneous gig was organized by our new friend Michele who invited us to come play in Verona at the Malacarne. We must admit our ignorance- we had no idea until we arrived that Verona is such a beautiful city! It sits at the junction of the prairies of Italy and the beginning of the northern mountains. The architecture is as old and enchanting as Shakespeare would lead you to believe. After beers, tortellini, and gelato, we sat in Piazza Bra, reading, and chasing the elusive shade. After a sweltering afternoon, Michele and his girlfriend came and met us, and we walked to her parents' place nearby. We had refreshing cold showers and tomatoes and local cheeses, in a beautiful old house, complete with exposed old roman city wall! We wove across town in Michele's little blue car to the Malacarne, where we were greeted by the friendly owner with big, cold glasses of beer. We had dinner at a mom-and-pop pizzeria around the corner, and started our set soon after. We had decided to play acoustic since the bar's walls were tiled, and it was a simpler set-up for this show. We had a very attentive audience in the bustling bar. The people listening to our set were a mix of local hipsters, american professors, and random passers-by. Andrea, one of the staff at the bar, hosted us at his apartment. We were again amazed at the kindness of people we had just met.