Saturday, August 6, 2011

It's fate, but call it Italy if it pleases you



Here are some of the pictures my sister and I took on our recent excursion to Italy. We flew into Bergamo, took a 45 minute bus ride into Milano (where my sis bought us some fabulous matching “friendship shoes”—so much better than the bracelets if you ask me), and then caught a 3 hour train ride to the beautiful city, Riomaggiore. Worth every minute; even the minute when the Italian man yelled at us, demanding $150, for not stamping our ticket in the ticket validator we didn’t know existed. It all worked out, he just ended up kicking us off on what happened to be our stop—don’t mind if I do!

We then took a nice stroll down “Lover’s Walk” (without our lovers), went all out and ate poked at an expensive seafood dinner that looked like ocean road kill (is there such a thing?), bought some more-than-delicious melon gelato to wash the taste of dinner away, and came back to a young Australian man drinking in our shared bedroom. We then commenced speaking Pig Latin with an accent until he stopped trying to talk to us and went to bed. We left Riomaggiore a day early because all transportation to the city went on strike. When we got to Milano a lady came and picked us up to take us to a bed and breakfast; really nice lady—really bad driver. She drove in her own lane; you know, the lane on top of the yellow stripes? The next morning we caught two cabs, missed our flight because of a time mix up, and had to stay in Bergamo an extra night. However, on the bright side, we did eat some fabulous crepes. Well, I ate a fabulous crepe anyway, while my sister (who is allergic to gluten) dipped bananas in Nutella. If it wasn’t so delicious, I might have felt bad.

2 comments:

  1. You are so amazing Sarah. I love your pictures! I love Italy. Oh I"m so jealous I want to go back! Incredible!

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