I want to start a blog. I have for a long time now, but I never knew when the right time was or if I really wanted people delving into my life and my personal thoughts. I think I'm ready to do this now and make my first blog a little bit interesting - since my life mainly consists of exam revision at the minute - and blog about my recent trip to Verona.
I think my favourite moment of my stay in Verona actually happened on the first day of being there. My Mum and I were in the taxi on our way to the hotel from the airport and the taxi driver was describing the town. While gesturing with his hands in the air (as Italians do) and in his Italian accent he said, "Verona - a very medieval place." and my mother stupidly says, "Sorry I don't speak Italian." I honestly burst out laughing, thinking how much she is going to struggle with the Italian lingo on this trip. P.S. It turned out not very well. For starters, she kept saying 'gracias' instead of 'grazie' and 'bonjour' instead of 'boungiorno' and after trying to correct her several times and without much luck, I just let her speak the wrong languages during our whole stay.
I think my favourite moment of my stay in Verona actually happened on the first day of being there. My Mum and I were in the taxi on our way to the hotel from the airport and the taxi driver was describing the town. While gesturing with his hands in the air (as Italians do) and in his Italian accent he said, "Verona - a very medieval place." and my mother stupidly says, "Sorry I don't speak Italian." I honestly burst out laughing, thinking how much she is going to struggle with the Italian lingo on this trip. P.S. It turned out not very well. For starters, she kept saying 'gracias' instead of 'grazie' and 'bonjour' instead of 'boungiorno' and after trying to correct her several times and without much luck, I just let her speak the wrong languages during our whole stay.
Verona, sweet Verona, is the home of Juliet (you know, from that Shakespeare play where the two lovers kill each other because of their families endless rivalry - that Juliet). The casa di giulietta was packed with people, nudging past each other to touch her golden statues breast - a bit creepy if you ask me. I did it anyway. After doing this I actually learned that this gesture is supposed to help women find true love and become more fertile (hmmm...) Anyway, my Mum wouldn't do it which is probably a good thing as I definitely don't need another sibling in the family! What struck me was the letters on the walls (not because of the film - well, yes because of the film) but the fact that people actually do write these letters and her secretaries do reply to them. A person writes a letter vowing their eternal love for their partner. Of course, I didn't feel the need to do this as my eternal love for my partner doesn't need to be scribed on a silly, colourful note. He is the cupid to my arrow, the love to my hearts and the St to my valentines. He is the Jack to my Rose, the Danny to my Sandy and, of course, the Romeo to my Juliet (and also he's imaginary! - oh right, shh...) I really enjoyed exploring the house and taking pictures on the balcony - not that I was pretending to be Juliet or anything...
Finally - the food. I am an incredibly fussy person with food! Usually at home I love Italian food like spaghetti bolognaise, lasagne and pizza - oh my goodness, pizza! But, the food out their didn't really do it for me. I was expecting, like the lady from eat pray love, to have gained a stone when I came back - but I didn't. My Mum really loved the food, yet to be honest I'd much rather have a dominos!
So yeah, that was a little post about my trip to Italy.
