Bologna

Bologna is the capital of Emilia-Romagna, generally considered the gastronomic heartland of Italy. It is the home of such notable dishes as, like, all of them. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that tourists generally overlook Bologna for the likes of Rome, Florence, and Venice. So with only one day in town, we quickly set about gorging ourselves on vast quantities of pasta and, in John's case, medically inadvisable quantities of steak tartare.

Besides the amazing food, we couldn't really find much to see or do, so we let David take us on a tour of "seven mystery spots" so banal it would finally push Rick Steves to bite down hard on the PBS-issued cyanide tooth that you just know he's been on the verge of using for years. I imagine he grazes it longingly with his tongue every time he's forced to feign interest like it's not the 84th gosh damn time he's visited Notre Dame. I heard his is marzipan flavored.

I digress. I don't even remember what the so-called mystery spots were, except vaguely that one was an inscription on a cafe ceiling amounting to the latin equivalent of "smoke weed every day." Which Rick Steves would actually totally love.