Goodbye Verona

After one last morning at the Italian school and a few small purchases on Friday, I have to go to the train station on Saturday morning. Although it is quite warm and I start to sweat a little on the way to the train station with the heavy backpack, the typical fog hangs over the city in the winter months. Therefore, the people of Verona distinguish between la nebbia, normal fog, and il nebbione, particularly thick fog.

One last time, I walk through the parco delle mura, this green area based on medieval military fortifications. Today it is used by early morning sports enthusiasts and dog walkers.