Memories of Verona
If I so much as speak in a poets words people don't follow what I am saying at all. What kind of education is this place giving? >/
The weather here has turned quickly to burning hot, but not nearly as hot as Verena ever was. On days like this I would be sitting around the outdoor cafes drinking something cold and picking on Romeo laughing with a group of friends over small things that we would find funny and no one else may. They may have called us, in this world, a 'gang'. However the Montagues and the Capulets always did stay apart. I'm sad I had to leave and yet very much relieved since they were only bringing each other down to their deaths. No one wanted to cooperate. I did leave Benvolio with his hands full, and he was much of a push over who couldn't think fast enough on his feet. It might be time for me to try and contact him. Someone could have easily died by now, or maybe I missed Romeo breaking up with his maid, oh would I ever love to hear that news! And if I'm extra lucky someone kicked her cos's butt and made him run away crying like a chicken with it's head off! Wonderful, now I would like to back to my true home. *SIGH*
The atmosphere is greatly different here from Italy; cafes are not even the same. In Verona they would serve light choices of food; fruit, wine, beer, cheeses, bread and olive oil, even more creative with food than something I have seen here. A cafe here is absolutely nothing like that! The depth of their differences is astounding! Why would I want to eat a chicken's finger? They only have toes! And French Fries? If I eat anything like that I may as well be giving myself the luck of losing duels for the rest of my life and my wit. At least I know where the French are going in these parts, unless there is someone French is this school?
There's not a single duel in the area, no one fighting with a sword. It's....crazy!! And a bit maddening, bu I guess if that's the way people keep the peace.
The weather here has turned quickly to burning hot, but not nearly as hot as Verena ever was. On days like this I would be sitting around the outdoor cafes drinking something cold and picking on Romeo laughing with a group of friends over small things that we would find funny and no one else may. They may have called us, in this world, a 'gang'. However the Montagues and the Capulets always did stay apart. I'm sad I had to leave and yet very much relieved since they were only bringing each other down to their deaths. No one wanted to cooperate. I did leave Benvolio with his hands full, and he was much of a push over who couldn't think fast enough on his feet. It might be time for me to try and contact him. Someone could have easily died by now, or maybe I missed Romeo breaking up with his maid, oh would I ever love to hear that news! And if I'm extra lucky someone kicked her cos's butt and made him run away crying like a chicken with it's head off! Wonderful, now I would like to back to my true home. *SIGH*
The atmosphere is greatly different here from Italy; cafes are not even the same. In Verona they would serve light choices of food; fruit, wine, beer, cheeses, bread and olive oil, even more creative with food than something I have seen here. A cafe here is absolutely nothing like that! The depth of their differences is astounding! Why would I want to eat a chicken's finger? They only have toes! And French Fries? If I eat anything like that I may as well be giving myself the luck of losing duels for the rest of my life and my wit. At least I know where the French are going in these parts, unless there is someone French is this school?
There's not a single duel in the area, no one fighting with a sword. It's....crazy!! And a bit maddening, bu I guess if that's the way people keep the peace.