- the phrase book was incredibly useful when asking questions, but I never had the faintest idea of the answer.
- two women from the Bronx asked me if samosas contained salmon, and when I told them no, and that it's Indian food, they asked me if I was Indian. I told them yes.
- one of the highlights in Venice were the water buses. the "station" was a rickety platform on the water.
- Dubrovnik(Croatia) was the most beautiful city I have ever seen. Not only the most beautiful, but the coolest. The entire city is surrounded by fortress walls; you access the old city from a drawbridge.
-the only time Italian drivers will notice you on the road is from their review mirror.
-after spending a lot of time with Italians, I am sad to say that the French are in fact, quite rude.
- trains in Cannes were all "undeterminably delayed".
- met the loveliest people from south africa, jacksonville, illinois, and myenmar. These people would save a bag of green tea for me from breakfast when I didn't make it (Saw, Myenmar), an extra piece of sundried tomato bread when I was late for dinner ( Jacobus, SA), and make sure that they always asked if I wanted to join a tour they were going on incase I didn't want to be alone ( Rhonda, Dylan, Angela, Illinois).
- went to pompeii and climbed mount vesuvius. was more like an upward hike. highlight for many was the giant, erect phallus, engraved in the cobblestone, indicating the red light district of the ancient city.
- was bitched out by a cracked up, whored out platinum blonde bombshell in the middle of Prada.
- oh, and that cute boy from the front desk? his name is vaughn, from south africa. he moved to rome to learn to speak italian and finish his masters. on the last day in rome, he insisted that I do all the touristy stuff that I've been so afraid of. so, he bought me a rose from a street vendor; then we went for dinner on a sidewalk café, complete with acoustic guitar and accordion player, and went on a horse drawn carriage ride. And so we said goodbye. It wouldn't be just a summer fling until a few days later, but in that moment, to the soundtrack of the horse's clipclopping on cobblestoned streets, it was un attimo di tenerezza e di amare.
I promise that when I remember a story, or get a burst of creative energy, I'll tell it. But for now, I'll conclude with saying that I really hope that the end of this adventure doesn't mean the end of a story. Just the end of a chapter.
posted by Joyce @ 9:08 PM
1 Comments:
"two women from the Bronx asked me if samosas contained salmon, and when I told them no, and that it's Indian food, they asked me if I was Indian. I told them yes. "
AHAHAHA that's hilarious!!! I can't believe they actually thought you were Indian. Did they actually believe you??? OMG AHAHA Don't seem to get out much, do they?
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