it's weird how time changes when you are traveling. one day turns into three. and i almost always feel tired. that being said. it is absolutely fantastic. i left siena on tuesday and it feels like i have been gone a month. i am so happy to be traveling and seeing new things. after siena, i went to bologna, a place i had never been before and it was so charming. it is the home of the oldest university in the world and it's just this completely flat town. which i love because it means that i get to see old people riding bicycles. my fav.
after we spent one day in bologna (which by the way, i bought the most fantastic pair of red ankle high boots, side note), we parted ways with that wonderful city and went to milan. now, i am not a terrible fan of milan. i visited last time i was in italy and did not get a terribly wonderful impression of the place. and i have to say, after being here for 3 days, i still don't have that great of an opinion on it. however, that being said, some really funny things have happened while i have been here:
_ on the first night, the 29th. it was la notte bianca. now i don't know exactly what this holiday is, but the main street by our hotel was closed, people in the street, the shops open way late. it was pretty cool. while we were walking around, we got to dance to some loud music in the street (part. the lalala song by bob sinclair and the sugarhill gang), we saw street performers who were american indians (i have a video of this), when we tried to buy wine the man and woman at the store asked if we were all above the age of 16 (because they can't sell alcohol to those younger than....first time i have ever been anything near carded in italy).
_on the second day, the 30th. i went to an internet cafe slash telephone place to call my mom for her birthday. sat in a glass box of heat for over an hour during which the man who worked there gave me (a towel, to wipe off the profuse sweat, a piece of mail to fan myself, from the profuse sweating, and then he opened the door to the box and put a fan right in front of me....great. i must have looked a mess), then when i was done, the same man talked to me for over a half an hour abour (how he used to be a boxer in egypt, but his coach wasn't very smart, so he always had to fight guys who were much larger than him, thus his scar above the left eye and his broken teeth in the back of his mouth, so his mom said enough and he moved to italy, then we talked about obama and bush and how when americans elect a president we don't just elect one for the US, but for the whole world. because our selection effects the entire world....he went on and on) and this was all in italian.
_on the third day, the 31st. i went back to the internet cafe today and talked to that man again. he remembered my name, elissabetta. italians can't really understand the name liz. i get lisa alot. i printed out my boarding pass for my flight tomorrow and when i was leaving, he showed me a video of an arabic belly dancer on youtube and asked me if i liked this kind of dancing. i told him that i did and that when i was in los angeles once, my family went to dinner at a place that had belly dancing. he seemed to find this interesting. then when i left, he asked me if i would be back again tomorrow, but i told him i was leaving for barcelona. he got kinda sad and gave me a hug and kissed me on both cheeks. sorta funny. i think i must have entertained him. then i walked around for a while and tried to get lost. i like trying to lose myself in towns and then find my way again. but more often than not, my sense of direction means i can never get too lost. after walking, i went to a chinese restaurant and got take out (wonton soup, chicken curry and white rice). i went back to my room and ate all of it.
and that, so far is an update on my travels. milan wasn't too exciting, but i think overall i really enjoyed the experiences i had. espeically with the guy at the internet cafe. it was nice that someone actually wanted to try and speak to me in italian. ohhhh. and on the 30th, i went and bought some sneaks, cuz my feet were killing me from the flats, and the lady at the shop told me i spoke very good italian. and we talked for a bit about her not knowing any english except for hello, thank you, what size...and some hand motions for walking around. which i told her was fine for her job. and she agreed. but i was very encouraged that she told me my italian was good. because the day before the man at the subway station, whom i was asking directions from told me my italian sucked, and made fun of me. some people are just assholes. no matter where you go.
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