So I traveled to Foggia with my professor for Saints and Relics class. Everyone else had other class trips, and since my mom’s side of the family is from Foggia, I had to go. So she and I set out to Foggia on a Friday morning at 6am. She had previously bought her ticket and give me the information so I had went the day before and bought mine. My ticket and information was a little different from hers but I just figured she was estimating the times she gave me, I didn’t consider that maybe I would be on a completely different train then her. SO, we get to the train station at about 6:15 and I tell her my train does not leave until 7:15, she says hers leaves at 6:45 so I need to change my ticket… If I didn’t change my ticket we would have had 10 minutes at Foligno to meet up and get on the next train together. I was fine with that cause I couldn’t afford to buy a new ticket but she wasn’t and didn’t want to risk it so I had to fork up the extra 15 euro just to be on the same train. We get to Foligno, change trains to Ancona, and then arrive in Foggia at about 3 in the afternoon. We go to see Padre Pio who is another saint like St. Francis who received the Stigmata. His body in incorrupt and he is basically a rock star in Italy. So it was packed, little old ladies walking around with Padre Pio scarves and prayer books, it was so cute! So we see his body and the church and the hospital he established. After we decided to get a bus to Monte Sant’Angelo, which is a mountain about 45 minutes away where the Arc Angel Michael appeared centuries ago.  The bus driver tells us that when we get there, there wont be a bus to come back on unless we get a bus to different town on the same mountain and then from there come home. So after driving up this windy mountain with a view of italy I have only ever seen from planes because as far as I know, planes are the only thing up in the air that high. So we get there and we walk over to the church and the monument that marks the spot where he appeared. It was closed :[ so we had to run back to the bus station and got the bus back to Foggia. We were starving at this point because neither of us had eaten since 6am breakfast in the station. We looked around for restaurants and I wanted pizza and we found none that  I wanted to in so we ended up at the bottom of the mountain by our hotel  with no restaurants. We had to walk BACK up the mountain to go to a restaurant! So we found one that served pizza thank god, so I ordered a pizza and some French fries and it was her birthday so we ordered a carafe of some wine and we had a really nice dinner and a nice conversation about the prophecies of the world ending and the warnings of Mother Mary herself about the wrath of God not being able to be held back any longer if we don’t change our ways. I was scared shitless so I had to pray to Padre Pio and read a book before I could fall asleep. We woke up had breakfast and went back to Padre Pio to say goodbye and a few last prayers and then headed back to the train station. I looked all over that city for something to buy my grandmother and they had nothing! Everything was padre Pio, not one thing of Foggia itself except an ugly postcard that wasn’t even worth the 30 cents. I cant come back from my grandmothers town with an ugly postcard… so I didn’t get to buy her anything, but at least I was there! It was gorgeous, it was mostly industrialized with high-rise buildings but the entire 6 hour train ride there and back was on the cost of the sea.  It was basically like sitting on the beach for 6 hours, but moving at the same time, that got me really excited for Capri which me and my roommates are leaving for in a few weeks.