Giornale
Our journey began with a rushed gathering at the Case bus stop bustling around either looking for the stragglers to arrive or getting a donut from Mark. We then departed in our respective cars with the sun standing high in a clear sky illuminating our path to Albany. The drive down is filled with cheerful banter amongst us recounting the semester so far, our unabated excitement for Rome, and the curiosity about what we would find atop the hill that houses the civic center of the state capital’s plaza. Exiting the cars, we all gathered together and received our whispermophones and started following in tow of professor Spinner as he led us to our first site. Quickly veering off the normal walkway we found ourselves entered a circular hedge ringed WWII memorial. A somber serenity passed over the group as we took in the still pools of water filling the black stone pools etched with all the battles American’s fought in in the eastern and western theaters during