Friday, August 22, 2003
Gondolas and Gorganzola
Holy cannoli! I loved Amsterdam so much I didn't even make an entry for the past two weeks. Fun place, serious. My mother and I terrorised the people of Holland and they loved every minute of it (well, that's our story about it, and it works for us). But, enough about the Netherlands, let's talk Italy.
The three of us are now in Venice. Yes, the THREE of us. My Aunt Kay suprised me and met my mother and I in Frankfurt and is joining us on our sojurn through Italy. We're on an adventure to meet up with my grandmother's cousins and their children and grandchildren. This will be the first time my aunt and I have met them; my mother met them one time beofre and has pretty good Itaian to show for it too.
These two days in Venice have been fun, the canals remind me of Amsterdam but boy is the food different. The city is beautiful but overrun with tourist rats like our trio. I'm not actually sure if I've hear Italian here yet. I'll make that part of a family treasure hunt tomorrow, "The first one to hear Itlaian gets an ice cream from one of the perturbed cart operaters in period costume!"
Haven't ridden in a gondola yet, and am not sure if I will. Cheesy. But, will I regret not having done it? Naw. I did get to pee in front of a boat full of tourists though. When you've got to go you can either choose the nearest canal or get hoplessly lost in the maze of alleys just to find a restaraunt not willing to let you use their bathroom anyway. So, as they looked my way, I just yelled "Basta manjana!", which most likely means nothing but might translate to "Stop eating!" or something. I didn't intend it to make sense, they were just the first two Itlaian words that came to mind and they seemed to sound good together. Oh well, just another boat load of people shaking their heards thinking "damn American tourists..."
Holy cannoli! I loved Amsterdam so much I didn't even make an entry for the past two weeks. Fun place, serious. My mother and I terrorised the people of Holland and they loved every minute of it (well, that's our story about it, and it works for us). But, enough about the Netherlands, let's talk Italy.
The three of us are now in Venice. Yes, the THREE of us. My Aunt Kay suprised me and met my mother and I in Frankfurt and is joining us on our sojurn through Italy. We're on an adventure to meet up with my grandmother's cousins and their children and grandchildren. This will be the first time my aunt and I have met them; my mother met them one time beofre and has pretty good Itaian to show for it too.
These two days in Venice have been fun, the canals remind me of Amsterdam but boy is the food different. The city is beautiful but overrun with tourist rats like our trio. I'm not actually sure if I've hear Italian here yet. I'll make that part of a family treasure hunt tomorrow, "The first one to hear Itlaian gets an ice cream from one of the perturbed cart operaters in period costume!"
Haven't ridden in a gondola yet, and am not sure if I will. Cheesy. But, will I regret not having done it? Naw. I did get to pee in front of a boat full of tourists though. When you've got to go you can either choose the nearest canal or get hoplessly lost in the maze of alleys just to find a restaraunt not willing to let you use their bathroom anyway. So, as they looked my way, I just yelled "Basta manjana!", which most likely means nothing but might translate to "Stop eating!" or something. I didn't intend it to make sense, they were just the first two Itlaian words that came to mind and they seemed to sound good together. Oh well, just another boat load of people shaking their heards thinking "damn American tourists..."
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