Assisi-si-si

1/29/2010- Assisi
We have this amazing doorman at our pensione whose name is Boris. Boris is a one-of-a-kind gem of an individual who speaks close to three languages and is constantly attempting to perfect his English and his Italian, considering he is Peruvian and his native tongue is Spanish. Boris' favorite word is one that is universal: si. His use of "si" is frequent and borderline repetitive but remains most endearing thing in the entire world. So upon going to Assisi, we of course thought of our dear doorman.
Assisi(si, si, si) was nothing short of picturesque. We arrived after the three hour train ride relaxed (being as the journey was chock full of naps) and ready to explore. We toured the church of St. Francis of Assisi, the patron Saint of animals. His tomb was stirring and decorated with minuscule pictures of those desiring his prayer, or blessing. We were astounded by the intricacies of the church and the landscaping and sweeping views from the courtyard.
After this venture, we decided to move our sights to a castle located on top of a hill in the distance. This castle, unbeknownst to us, was in actuality around an hours walk away, when taking the scenic route. I have no qualms with the scenic route when the view was that of Assisi's sloping valleys and regal mountain landscapes. We finally reached our destination and the panorama from a-top this lofty perch was not to be believed. I felt that it was imperative to the success and overall happiness of this day trip that we not only appreciate our time spent navigating/being lost but also recognize that everything happens for a reason and while we almost met our death via nuns driving smart cars,and took an incredibly round-about route, we survived and lived to tell the tale of the beautiful city of Assisi.