Verona might just be the most under-rated city in all of Italy.
Ever since I first read Romeo and Juliet, I’d wanted to see Verona. Even just walking through other Italian cities, I often found myself saying something like, “This looks just like how I pictured Romeo and Juliet!”
So after two days in Venice, I hopped on a train bound for Verona. And I’m so glad I did.
When my friends and I arrived, we were greeted by the unfolding festivities around the Verona Marathon. Not only was the atmosphere exciting, but there was an entire piazza filled with marathon-related (and some not-so-marathon-related) vendors. We saw everything from running gear and hand-made crafts to fine cheese, wine and chocolates.
After wandering around the vendors’ tents for a little while and taking a moment to cheer on the runners, we started to make our way to Juliet’s house. We got a bit distracted along the way, though.
Soon it was time for the main attraction – Juliet’s house. Of course, there’s no way to prove that it was the real Juliet’s house – and there are actually some pretty solid arguments that it isn’t – but we pretended it was authentic and had fun doing so.
We had a nice lunch and did a bit more exploring before catching our bus back to Florence. We passed by the marathon and the Verona Colosseum again once more, marveling at the enormity and old age of the structure.
Our trip to Verona was like our very own fairy tale. (Or a scene from a Shakespearean play – if you would.) We did some exploring, saw incredible art, ate some great Italian food and visited La Casa di Giulietta.
Final Gelato Count: 55