I know, I'm a Spanish major, therefore I have to do something with it, and I have to go to a country that speaks Spanish, however, Italian isn't so far from Spanish, it's actually dangerously close, as in, I can drop an S from a word, or add a "ch" sound in the middle of it, and BAM I'm speaking Italian.
I just have to learn which words that those apply to.
Anyway, Italy was fantastic.
Our first night we traveled for about 14 hours -- bus, plane, taxi, train. All the way to Florence. :)
Which is a fantastic tourist city with the best pizza in the world, however, I didn't make it to Naples, so I really don't know if it is or not, but to me, jeeze, it was perfect.
So Florence was our touristy spot. We meaning Myself, R and S. (Three Musketeers Status!) It was fantastic. We saw the David, the Duomo with the golden doors, a bunch of art galleries, ate a LOT of good food, mainly pasta and cannoli's, We went to Plaza de Michelangelo, Went tot he ponteveccio bridge, saw a LOT of gold and leather markets, saw a lot of christmas markets, and got some amazing hot wine. :) I love Germans for introducing that to the world, Danka.
In one of the markets they had all of this tourist shaped pasta, one of which was phallic, (ooop big word.) So of course R, S and I burst in to a fit of giggles and the guy running the stand comes over and says in mildly broken english "You laugh because it is Chinese size, but you put it in water it becomes Italian sized." ... with a hip thrust included. God I love Italians. Needless to say we were busting with laughter at that point and walked away blushing like crazy. Then "S from Boston" became Miss Popular because she's so stinking beautiful, all of the Italians loved her... Literally.
That night we left for Venice, my favorite city ever.
We arrived in Venice after a slight mix up on the trains at around 10pm which was totally acceptable. Walked the five minutes from the train station to our hotel and then ventured off to find some food. We found a pizza place that seemed legit, so we walked in a knew it was the place for us when there was a pizza labeled "Americano" that was covered with French Fries. PERF. So that's what Shelby got, and it was fantastic. Granted, she couldn't eat fries for a while after that... but hey, you win some you loose a lot.
The next day we explored through the tiny streets of Venice, over every canal ever made, to find St. Marks Basilica... Holy Crap. It was BEAUTIFUL. I couldn't even believe it. The outside is fantastic, but the inside, Holy Moley.It was epic.
After oo-ing and aw-ing over the place we wandered around to find a Gondola to take a spin in. This was one of my favorite things because "S from Boston" found a novio, and it was hilarious. He kept telling her that he had this special place where you could see all of the stars, but you could only get there with his gondola... Right.
Venice wasn't as touristy as the rest of the places, but it was still fun. We wandered a lot, ate a lot, and talked to a lot of people. We heard a lot of random things in English such as "if you're into that kinda thing, which I am" from a grown man who was passing a lingerie store with his friends. And some Irish guys saying funny things about Justin Bieber and the Gangam Style guy. It's great to make friends in foreign places.
Milan was great too, but more commercial. We walked by all of the designer stores, through the Duomo in Milan (WAY BEAUTIFUL) and through every market ever.
So, really, Italy was the best trip of my life. I went so many places this fall, but Italy, by far the best.
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Buenos Dias.
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