Sunday, May 23, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
BEING IN THE PRESENCE of artworks of artists such as da Vinci, Michelangelo, Van Gogh, Vermeer, Rembrandt, Botticelli, Monet, Raphael, Bellini at the National Museum. Ahhh. Loose in Piccadilly Circus by night. Tower Bridge and attempting to climb the lions in Trafalgar Square in torrential rain. Westminster Abbey. London Eye. Big Ben. Attempting to pat the raccoon hats of the marching band outside Windsor Castle. H A R R O D S - the single love of my life. Being able to purchase large coffees once again. Such a taken for granted luxury. The realisation that I will never appreciate food again that isn't Italian. THE FASHION. Nowhere have I ever seen such exceptional exceptionality. Hotel times. Madame Taussauds - raping Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom, Michael Jackson, Angelina Jolie, Audrey Hepburn and Britney Spears. And who could forget Shrek, Hitler, Obama and Gandhi. I'm not a sad little person. I met them and they liked it. Avoiding impending death from just BEING in the metro. Witnessed around three people being crushed by the doors which shut fast and heavy, regardless of whether or not you're all the way inside on time. A total of roughly three hours sleep for the last four days. Without passing out. A saxophonist rocking out to Destination Calabria in the middle of Piccadilly one night. Just throwing himself in the air with enthusiasm as he punched out each note. Remind me to get my Alex Gaudino on when I'm reunited with my Sax.
Here's a link to SOME of the many photos from the London trip:
Aside from London adventures, much much much has gone down. Sicilians are beautiful people and their everyday exuberance and warmth ceaselessly impresses me. Being here is more fun than ever. Recently I visited a four story bar composed ENTIRELY of penis's. I need photos to illustrate the tremendousness to which the place has incorporated its theme. I've now visited Taormina, easily the single most magnificent place in Sicily. It's fair to say I've never seen anything more exquisite - it's where i'll grow old. Last night I rode a Vespa for the first time. JUST THE BEST THING TO EXIST even though all that was in my head was DEATH IS EASY AND SOON. I miss everyone from Australia with enormity. Not just the people but the mentality. And I have failed so dismally at keeping in contact with anyone. In fact, there's not one person I've kept in half acceptable communication with. Not even the people that are closest of the close. I imagine many, if not all of you are feeling betrayed and hurt and I can only hope that upon return you will forgive me. Such a failure on the highest level. On a more optimistic note, my skype is finally working :) Message me and let's work out a good time for a catch up sesh or ten.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Little narrow cobblestone streets with Baroque inspired balconies. Bursting with flora and draped with freshly washed clothes. I watch cars rampage up and down these impossibly narrow streets and wonder how on earth they avoid scraping the sides along the walls. I buy gelato in briocche (BEST) from a corner in Corso Umberto. The gelateria man gives me about five times the standard amount as I tell him I want his preferred flavour. I must give cool Australian vibes. I peruse some shops with the all too appealing SALDI (sale) that's plastered across every window. Always lunging at my eyes.
The ocean, just a couple of blocks away (thank god)
I am so desperate to learn Italian – Oh the luxury to be understood.. to verbally contribute something worthwhile... In my free after school Italian language class (the first of many to come), I spend roughly three hours labelling pictures of random words in both English and Italian, like “boat” and “bricklayer”. The English teacher scolds me: “Boat! That not boat…eez ship!” I take a deep breath and long for an Italian lesson – Bruna style. Then get back to writing out nouns some more. “Again and again” the teacher says “Until you have memory".
Monday, February 8, 2010
So yes, unfortunately this is how it will be. A minimally detailed sketchy account - in an attempt to cover it all. Bit by bit.
I went to Milano.
Indeed. That is where I went.
Ok so I can't do this unelaborative ding-dang. (Sez - it's on the spread!) (And unelaborative? It's been what. Two measly weeks. And my English vocabulary is a deserted desert).
Il Duomo pretty well made my life. SURELY NO PIECE OF ARCHITECTURE IS MORE EXQUISITE. I don't consider myself religious, but on stepping inside I was dumbstruck. It's aura is indescribable. I felt like crying!
As far as the people of Milano are concerned, it's certainly true what they say. The difference in warmth of character is astounding when comparing the North to the South. Though I did discover it was a fun game to smile inanely at every very sombre-looking Milanese.
Friday, January 29, 2010
This is the view from my bedroom window:
Houses are more like works of art rather than practical dwellings, each individually intensifying the charm of their surroundings. Most are bold coloured antique-looking little things with intricate fencing, balconies and windows, elongated vertically. They seem to reflect the personalities inhabiting them.
Despite my instant-love reaction of this place, it’s difficult to adjust to its backwardness. Of course there's the obvious things. Like adjusting to an opposite climate, timezone and toilet flush. Then there's the extra attention you have to pay when crossing roads. I’ve almost been taken out a few times by people (who veer to the right rather than the left) and by cars - being accustomed to looking to the right when anticipating oncoming traffic.
At 5AM this morning - After growing sick of having ice cold showers in this climate - I call reception for help "Scusi, Non ho aqua caldo in bagno", I say. A male voice prattles at me and within 1 minute there is a knock at the door - I'm still in my towel. I have the tap turned towards red, for hot (like any sane human being would). The man turns the tap to blue and sure enough precious hot water cascades from the shower head. He laughs and as I thank him, he tells me “I stay and wash you just to make sure”.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Now to the point.......
HSC YA LATER!
Unfortunately I will (see it later) D:
Friday, January 22, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
This is Acireale:
- I can't wait to have my own shots :)
3 days til my flight to Italy. Mixed feelings. Excited beyond description. but. also very, very nostalgic. Leaving all this is harder than I what I'd imagined. Ha. I never knew I had emotions. Today I had to say goodbye to Adam, he's off to France tomorrow morning. Exchange - like me. I love him like I love things that I love. Only better. I'm avoiding eye make-up for a while...I'm sick of looking like a cheek-streaked drag queen whilst farewelling. I miss him so much already D: Ugh.
This is my bebefille. Au revoir. Ily ily mwa mwa :
On Tuesday I had my Arrivaderci Dinner at the tavern with amazing company. Enjoyable. But overwhelming too... to have to say goodbye to so many of the people I love in one whammy:
This week also! I finished up at work. Devastating, I know. Such a family. Lynne + Vic (our bosses) took Adam and I out to dinner at the golfy. Biggest sweeties to exist.
Friendliest Grocer has officially left the building - for the 2nd time:
...My icecream parlour4lyf <3>
...Observe their eagerness. Simply CLAWING at the glass for icecream attention.