why the hell am i up at 6:30?
oh yeah...i fell asleep at 9:30.
so europe. i really don't know where to begin. if you think of every word meaning amazing, that describes my 3 weeks abroad. all i want to do is travel to more places and meet knew people and visit more distant lands.
"A person who sees Quality and feels it as he works is a person who cares. A person who cares about what he sees and does is a person who's bound to have some characteristics of Quality."
we arrived in rome on 24th of june. it took forever to get our rental car...italians do things differently. finally, we make it 20 feet out of the rental car parking lot, and my car (the second out of three) gets pulled over by italian cops who don't speak english. they take our passports, and after fifteen minutes (they haven't said anything to us at all) they give them back and we can go. 4.5 hours, many, many u-turns and circles and stall-outs later, we arrive at the most beautiful place in italy, hotel belvedere san leonino. you can look it up online if you want...it really was awesome.
pisa was cool, the tower (you can go to the top) was a bit stressful, duomo #243 was pretty neat (minus the souvenirs from the saints) and gelato was good.
florence and david and probably another duomo, david was awesome. so big, so handsome, and i won't say my pun...but it was a damn good pun.
rome: smelly, dirty, HOT, graffiti, crowded, not-so-sneaky pick-pockets--but the best restaurant for mussels, pasta with clams, and tiramisu. more gelato. vatican was okay--we saw it three times it had a long wait to see the sistene chapel, more relics and enbalmed people, and blue pants.
"you can't go in chapel, is closed. where are you from? PENNSYLVANIA?! I'm from TRANSYLVANIA!! hahahaha. you need pants, you need pants, you need pants and you need pants. go to the chinese, they have the pants."
milan: watch the style network channel during fashion week and that is what milan was--but all the time. it was great. we saw duomo #324 (only went to the roof though, not inside) sushi was great there too. but, the million models walking around, at the bars and in the stores made me sad, even though my friends tried to make me feel better. maybe i'll start a wave of tiny women on the runways...
then venice: the best italian city. five star hotel, room over the canal, good food, good shops, water, boats, it was the neatest place i had ever been. music every night, gelato and more gelato, synagogues(!), late night conversations, conan, peggy guggenheim, afternoon tea, 'stolen' cookies, no more money, rose sellers, pigeons, full trains.
if you can only go to one place in italy your entire life, go to venice.
paris. the city of luck. my favorite place in europe (so far). our hostel was the best part. cooking dinner for everyone, and then making a feast, was really exciting. laying out in the gardens everywhere was awesome--not to do too many touristy things made it more like a vacation. musee d'orsay was fantastic, no duomos, lunch and dinner with real parisians, walking straight into private sport centers, arc de triumph, tour eiffel, drinking games, jazz clubs (or lack there of), new friends, line 8 commerce, crepes, and the opera house--the most beautiful theater i have ever seen. (rent the phantom of the opera [not a good movie] it was filmed in the opera house--and it looks exactly like the movie) and last, flushing our streak of luck down the toilet by coming home the day we were supposed to.
some people should learn not to check their bags; i should learn to take more risks.
so europe. i really don't know where to begin. if you think of every word meaning amazing, that describes my 3 weeks abroad. all i want to do is travel to more places and meet knew people and visit more distant lands.
"A person who sees Quality and feels it as he works is a person who cares. A person who cares about what he sees and does is a person who's bound to have some characteristics of Quality."
we arrived in rome on 24th of june. it took forever to get our rental car...italians do things differently. finally, we make it 20 feet out of the rental car parking lot, and my car (the second out of three) gets pulled over by italian cops who don't speak english. they take our passports, and after fifteen minutes (they haven't said anything to us at all) they give them back and we can go. 4.5 hours, many, many u-turns and circles and stall-outs later, we arrive at the most beautiful place in italy, hotel belvedere san leonino. you can look it up online if you want...it really was awesome.
pisa was cool, the tower (you can go to the top) was a bit stressful, duomo #243 was pretty neat (minus the souvenirs from the saints) and gelato was good.
florence and david and probably another duomo, david was awesome. so big, so handsome, and i won't say my pun...but it was a damn good pun.
rome: smelly, dirty, HOT, graffiti, crowded, not-so-sneaky pick-pockets--but the best restaurant for mussels, pasta with clams, and tiramisu. more gelato. vatican was okay--we saw it three times it had a long wait to see the sistene chapel, more relics and enbalmed people, and blue pants.
"you can't go in chapel, is closed. where are you from? PENNSYLVANIA?! I'm from TRANSYLVANIA!! hahahaha. you need pants, you need pants, you need pants and you need pants. go to the chinese, they have the pants."
milan: watch the style network channel during fashion week and that is what milan was--but all the time. it was great. we saw duomo #324 (only went to the roof though, not inside) sushi was great there too. but, the million models walking around, at the bars and in the stores made me sad, even though my friends tried to make me feel better. maybe i'll start a wave of tiny women on the runways...
then venice: the best italian city. five star hotel, room over the canal, good food, good shops, water, boats, it was the neatest place i had ever been. music every night, gelato and more gelato, synagogues(!), late night conversations, conan, peggy guggenheim, afternoon tea, 'stolen' cookies, no more money, rose sellers, pigeons, full trains.
if you can only go to one place in italy your entire life, go to venice.
paris. the city of luck. my favorite place in europe (so far). our hostel was the best part. cooking dinner for everyone, and then making a feast, was really exciting. laying out in the gardens everywhere was awesome--not to do too many touristy things made it more like a vacation. musee d'orsay was fantastic, no duomos, lunch and dinner with real parisians, walking straight into private sport centers, arc de triumph, tour eiffel, drinking games, jazz clubs (or lack there of), new friends, line 8 commerce, crepes, and the opera house--the most beautiful theater i have ever seen. (rent the phantom of the opera [not a good movie] it was filmed in the opera house--and it looks exactly like the movie) and last, flushing our streak of luck down the toilet by coming home the day we were supposed to.
some people should learn not to check their bags; i should learn to take more risks.