Italy: Internet deprivation
The internet is too expensive for me to use in Italy... noooooooo! Here are a few short tales from the last week or so.
1. Storm in Florence- so we were loving camping in Florence. So much that we cancelled our hostel in Rome and booked camping. We handwashed all our clothes and hung them out on trees... at one with nature... to dry. Then the storm came and it pissed down. Our roof started to collect water and cave in... we had to gather together all our possessions and dash up the muddy hill at 5am in the morning for fear of being waterbombed by our own tent roof. Then I fell over on the patio to make things more fun. What an adventure! Our friendly tent neighbours had it worse though, their tent had no poles due to a travel partner (who had the poles) withdrawing from the adventure at very late notice. They slept on the cold hard concrete floor of the laundry.
2. Train to Venice- We caught the train to Venice after our camping adventure and were fortunate enough to be sandwiches between two angsty american teens who were upset because they had no idea what they were doing with their lives despite being just 19 and who were on some water detox diet, and a bizarre couple from Bologna who fully were making out next to us on the train and were trying to hide people who didnt have tickets under the seats. Crazy.
3. Venice coolness- We stumbled upon our hostel in Venice which was awesomely located in a square in the student area away from the hordes of american tourists who cant say anything but "omigod would you look at that"! The local pizzeria downstairs from our hostel sold massive slices of tasty pizza for 1.80 euro and there were several cheap and tasty gelaterias to choose from. The local kids played soccer in the square and we went out one night with two English girls and we were actually at bars where locals go rather than tourist traps. Venice was very beautiful... so much cool stuff though, so little money!
4. Supermarket in Venice- Roz and I were talking in the supermarket in Venice. A middle ages american woman comes up to us "oh wow its so good to hear people speaking English!". I dont know what part of Venice she had been in. You heard more english than italian there... even the checkout chick spoke perfect English. Note: I am not anti American. They just annoy me sometimes.
5. Football/soccer- so Italy was in the final of the World Cup. We sat in our square watching the locals get prepared... peoples dogs were dressed in Totti and Toni team shirts and the atmosphere was fun. We didnt see much of the match as Roz got befriended by a small German girl who was still cheering for Deutchland and who kept on sharing her rice crackers with us. We didnt speak any German, she didnt speak any English, yet we managed to play some sort of pretend photo taking game and she also ran off to get her sunglasses from her mum at one stage cos we both had sunnies on our head. So cute, so bizarre, so funny. Then the Italians won, and as we walked to the train station to catch our night train to Rome we saw them going nuts... jumping in to the canals (which are a funny unhealthy looking green colour) from bridges and speeding up and down in their boats with flags waving and screaming and horns and everything. It was quite cool.
Now we are in Rome, really tired after night train, but our camping ground is pretty cool.
And this is all the internet I can afford, so ciao readers!
1. Storm in Florence- so we were loving camping in Florence. So much that we cancelled our hostel in Rome and booked camping. We handwashed all our clothes and hung them out on trees... at one with nature... to dry. Then the storm came and it pissed down. Our roof started to collect water and cave in... we had to gather together all our possessions and dash up the muddy hill at 5am in the morning for fear of being waterbombed by our own tent roof. Then I fell over on the patio to make things more fun. What an adventure! Our friendly tent neighbours had it worse though, their tent had no poles due to a travel partner (who had the poles) withdrawing from the adventure at very late notice. They slept on the cold hard concrete floor of the laundry.
2. Train to Venice- We caught the train to Venice after our camping adventure and were fortunate enough to be sandwiches between two angsty american teens who were upset because they had no idea what they were doing with their lives despite being just 19 and who were on some water detox diet, and a bizarre couple from Bologna who fully were making out next to us on the train and were trying to hide people who didnt have tickets under the seats. Crazy.
3. Venice coolness- We stumbled upon our hostel in Venice which was awesomely located in a square in the student area away from the hordes of american tourists who cant say anything but "omigod would you look at that"! The local pizzeria downstairs from our hostel sold massive slices of tasty pizza for 1.80 euro and there were several cheap and tasty gelaterias to choose from. The local kids played soccer in the square and we went out one night with two English girls and we were actually at bars where locals go rather than tourist traps. Venice was very beautiful... so much cool stuff though, so little money!
4. Supermarket in Venice- Roz and I were talking in the supermarket in Venice. A middle ages american woman comes up to us "oh wow its so good to hear people speaking English!". I dont know what part of Venice she had been in. You heard more english than italian there... even the checkout chick spoke perfect English. Note: I am not anti American. They just annoy me sometimes.
5. Football/soccer- so Italy was in the final of the World Cup. We sat in our square watching the locals get prepared... peoples dogs were dressed in Totti and Toni team shirts and the atmosphere was fun. We didnt see much of the match as Roz got befriended by a small German girl who was still cheering for Deutchland and who kept on sharing her rice crackers with us. We didnt speak any German, she didnt speak any English, yet we managed to play some sort of pretend photo taking game and she also ran off to get her sunglasses from her mum at one stage cos we both had sunnies on our head. So cute, so bizarre, so funny. Then the Italians won, and as we walked to the train station to catch our night train to Rome we saw them going nuts... jumping in to the canals (which are a funny unhealthy looking green colour) from bridges and speeding up and down in their boats with flags waving and screaming and horns and everything. It was quite cool.
Now we are in Rome, really tired after night train, but our camping ground is pretty cool.
And this is all the internet I can afford, so ciao readers!
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