Using my guide book I determined which bus to board and quickly found a seat. I wasn't 5 minutes into the ride when the elderly woman across the isle started ranting (I am assuming here since I don't speak any Italian but the look on her face didn't make me think she was giving a glowing report) to no one in particular. This diatribe (again, I'm assuming) went on for about 2 minutes until another elderly bus rider chided her (still assuming). She stood up to exit the bus, turned around so that she was facing me and spit on the floor. Being the naïve American that I am I didn't even consider her hate filled (still assuming) monologue was directed towards me until about 5 years later. I'm slow, let's face it. So I sat there on the bus taking in the local custom of yelling random things at seemingly no one and thought "this is like every other city I have ever been in."
Eventually the conversation turned to lighter-hearted topics, mainly television shows. And as it turns out all four of us had grown up watching Degrassi Junior High and Beverly Hills 90210. I do not remember their names, I didn’t take their pictures and this account is solely from memory. Thousands of miles, culture, experience, war and terror separated me from the Australian from the Israelis; but we had grown up watching the same television shows. It is a small world after all. And contrary to my initial thought, Genoa was far from the crappiest part of my journey, in fact it is the best memory I have of my two weeks in northern Italy.