Arona, 19Aug, Day 6

I woke about 8 to go to the central station to meet some of my classmates to catch a train to Arona, on the shore of Lago Maggiore.

We spent the day exploring the little city, enjoying views of the lake, and spent about an hour in a museum featuring Picasso and other pieces of abstract art. From this I’ve concluded that you don’t necessarily have to be good at art to be considered good at art….

It was a nice trip. Here’s a few pictures.







When I got home, I pulled my wash from the machine to find it looking dingier than when I put it in. There are now mysterious brown stains on my towel, and a few other items. All the white socks have turned grey. The cloths that were already grey fared pretty well.