sicky verona
GO RED SOX!
last night was a bit melancholy. Saturday nights in Verona seem to be date night. i left my hotel and went to dinner not expecting the mad amount of couples making out, the full restaurants, the gazing at the sky and cuddling. since ive started dating Skip, ive actually gone from being grossed out by large amounts of public affection, to being understanding. that said, i spent the better part of the evening cursing my bad luck of not having enough time on my cel phone to call Skip and also pretending he was walking next to me or talking to me as i ate my gelato by the Piazza Bra fountain. which is pretty crazy, i know. but its MY VACATION and i can act totally crazy. right? so Skip cheered me up last night with cute text messages to my phone while i watched a combination of Forrest Gump in German (i know, scary) and the usual Isola dei Famosi. which is on every night. and i love it so.
i woke up this morning with that little bit of itch and soreness in the back of my throat that normally would have me chugging EmergenC and popping some pills but since im in Verona, i thought id get out of bed early and go walk in the fog up to the Roman ruins, since its my last day here. Not the best of ideas, but i hate being sick when im on vacation, so im pretending im not sick.
The ruins were of this tiny little theatre, nestled below an old 12th century church built over and to the side of a Roman basilica. a kitty with a messed up tail ran over to me and sat on my lap as i read the guide and tried to imagine Shakespeare being presented here. headed up the stairs and through an overgrown garden with roman tombstones for a beautiful yet foggy view of Verona. i started feeling a little dizzy so i bought some water and sat by the river, knowing i should go home. i pressed on, but not to see anymore churches or ruins. instead, i went looking for a small carry on suitcase.
Dear Italians: I am fully embracing your leisurely pace, your slow walking, the way you close and open and close and then open stores all day. But today I wish it would just accommodate those who are used to things that just stay open when they open. Also, i know today is domenica, and that means that no one should shop, so most of you just are closed. but have you looked at your streets? they are full of people looking, with long sad faces, at your pretty shoes and your rolling luggage pieces, visitors with stout German figures, red British cheeks and sick crazy curly-headed lasses from SF. My bad....i shouldve shopped on sabato. sigh.
I think that my being a bit ill and my being homesick for my boyfriend and my friends havent made today, or last night, easy. I leave for Venice tomorrow morning. please please let there be some not overly priced shoes there. and pretty please let it not be as touristy as im preparing myself for....
last night was a bit melancholy. Saturday nights in Verona seem to be date night. i left my hotel and went to dinner not expecting the mad amount of couples making out, the full restaurants, the gazing at the sky and cuddling. since ive started dating Skip, ive actually gone from being grossed out by large amounts of public affection, to being understanding. that said, i spent the better part of the evening cursing my bad luck of not having enough time on my cel phone to call Skip and also pretending he was walking next to me or talking to me as i ate my gelato by the Piazza Bra fountain. which is pretty crazy, i know. but its MY VACATION and i can act totally crazy. right? so Skip cheered me up last night with cute text messages to my phone while i watched a combination of Forrest Gump in German (i know, scary) and the usual Isola dei Famosi. which is on every night. and i love it so.
i woke up this morning with that little bit of itch and soreness in the back of my throat that normally would have me chugging EmergenC and popping some pills but since im in Verona, i thought id get out of bed early and go walk in the fog up to the Roman ruins, since its my last day here. Not the best of ideas, but i hate being sick when im on vacation, so im pretending im not sick.
The ruins were of this tiny little theatre, nestled below an old 12th century church built over and to the side of a Roman basilica. a kitty with a messed up tail ran over to me and sat on my lap as i read the guide and tried to imagine Shakespeare being presented here. headed up the stairs and through an overgrown garden with roman tombstones for a beautiful yet foggy view of Verona. i started feeling a little dizzy so i bought some water and sat by the river, knowing i should go home. i pressed on, but not to see anymore churches or ruins. instead, i went looking for a small carry on suitcase.
Dear Italians: I am fully embracing your leisurely pace, your slow walking, the way you close and open and close and then open stores all day. But today I wish it would just accommodate those who are used to things that just stay open when they open. Also, i know today is domenica, and that means that no one should shop, so most of you just are closed. but have you looked at your streets? they are full of people looking, with long sad faces, at your pretty shoes and your rolling luggage pieces, visitors with stout German figures, red British cheeks and sick crazy curly-headed lasses from SF. My bad....i shouldve shopped on sabato. sigh.
I think that my being a bit ill and my being homesick for my boyfriend and my friends havent made today, or last night, easy. I leave for Venice tomorrow morning. please please let there be some not overly priced shoes there. and pretty please let it not be as touristy as im preparing myself for....