ITALIA
I went abroad for the first time over easter. BEST. HOLIDAY. EVER.
So, the B.H.E. was to Italy, and it was part of a school trip. So I was abroad for the first time with all my friends, which was great. I got to fly in an airplane (although no one let me actually FLY the airplane. That would have been awesome, except for the part where I y'know, can't fly a plane).
Because it was a Classics trip we went to the Colosseum in Rome, and Ostia (also Rome) and some catacombs, and Pompeii, and Herculaneum. When we got back everyone had tons and tons of pictures of heaps of bricks. AWESOME.
Well, some of the heaps were pretty damn cool. Like the ampitheatre heap in Ostia where we got to see a French-Italian exchange school of people putting on a play. We were sitting right at the top of the stairs/seats, and below us was this sea of toga'd kids. I couldn't understand a word of it, but donkeys seemed to feature a lot. A kids in togas and leather jackets. Now there's some style for you.
I started off pretty frugal because the exchange rate confuses me, but when we climbed Vesuvius I ended up buying tons and tons of jewellery because they have tourist stalls all the way up.
Me: Ooh!
Friend: It's a grey piece of rock, on a string.
Stall owner: Gen-u-ine ve-su-vi-us gem! (It was pretty weird, all the salespeople I met in Italy talked in broken English. It made me e
Me: Pretty! I'll buy it!
Stall Owner: 7 euro!
Friend: Jo-
(At which point I'd blissfully hand over the money and continue on my way.)
But yeah, awesome. Possibly more to follow as I avoid revising for internal and early gcse exams.
So, the B.H.E. was to Italy, and it was part of a school trip. So I was abroad for the first time with all my friends, which was great. I got to fly in an airplane (although no one let me actually FLY the airplane. That would have been awesome, except for the part where I y'know, can't fly a plane).
Because it was a Classics trip we went to the Colosseum in Rome, and Ostia (also Rome) and some catacombs, and Pompeii, and Herculaneum. When we got back everyone had tons and tons of pictures of heaps of bricks. AWESOME.
Well, some of the heaps were pretty damn cool. Like the ampitheatre heap in Ostia where we got to see a French-Italian exchange school of people putting on a play. We were sitting right at the top of the stairs/seats, and below us was this sea of toga'd kids. I couldn't understand a word of it, but donkeys seemed to feature a lot. A kids in togas and leather jackets. Now there's some style for you.
I started off pretty frugal because the exchange rate confuses me, but when we climbed Vesuvius I ended up buying tons and tons of jewellery because they have tourist stalls all the way up.
Me: Ooh!
Friend: It's a grey piece of rock, on a string.
Stall owner: Gen-u-ine ve-su-vi-us gem! (It was pretty weird, all the salespeople I met in Italy talked in broken English. It made me e
Me: Pretty! I'll buy it!
Stall Owner: 7 euro!
Friend: Jo-
(At which point I'd blissfully hand over the money and continue on my way.)
But yeah, awesome. Possibly more to follow as I avoid revising for internal and early gcse exams.