My roommates from BC are here visiting on spring break. We met them in Milan on Friday and spent the weekend there until coming back to Parma on Sunday. We had an 11:25 train back to Parma on Sunday so naturally we woke up late and scrambled into cabs and got to the train station. After separating for a minutes to get our tickets at the kiosk, we realized that one Henry was missing. So everyone got the platform and got on the train as I sprinted around the train station looking for him. As soon as I see him walking towards the platform, the train pulls away and Henry and I are stuck in Milan until the train the following hour. He had asked several people which train his ticket was for but he understood none of them. So we learned quickly that those who speak the language must stay with those who don't.
Ultimately no harm was done because we made it back in time for the Parma soccer game. We sat in the Curva Nord where all the lunatics were standing and cheering. The name of the fan club is "the Parma Boys". Formed in 1977, they convinced the new addition to the team Crespo (a Parma player for several stints with other clubs) to wear the number 77 in their honor. The head "cheerleader" actually never watches the game but simply orchestrates the crowd with his back to the field. The only cheer I picked up was "Par-ma" clap clap but to fit in I threw some Ole's and whistles when they blow a call.
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