Eurorama - My first
This is the story…
My episodes of Eurorama began right after the finals and the first lookover was in Spain. Most unfortunately, I forgot to resize them and therefore being unable to post them up here. *wink* No worries, just click on the link above if interested. Anyways, since I haven’t got my Spanish picturesques on board, I’ll just stick up these few snaps I’ve got from the Italian collection. Pictures tell more than a thousand words. So I’ll just describe my feelings in words, since that is one thing you can’t show in pictures.
Girona was very much like a laid-back town. And what I meant laid-back is VERY very laid-back. The people, the lifestyle and even the tourists!!! “Ciesta” is a common practice in Spain, but compared to Barcelona, people in Girona take ciesta really heavily. Ciesta is a sorta like a break where the people take naps or long rest after lunch so that they believe they can be more productive by evening and happier. Will they? Don’t know, but heck I definitely was NOT the first time I was slapped with “CIESTA” onto my face when my mate and I went to find something to eat. Basically, not their fault. They are happy people by the end of their ciesta, so what is there for me as the first-timer and the daft one to say? geeeeeee… Anyways, from the second day onwards we obviously knew what’s up there so we wasted no precious time if ever we had to deal with a Spanish person. So there we were; up and going, oh yeaaaah!
Barcelona was more big-a-deal. More cosmo if not busier. Anyway, point is we were the tourists and being backpackers, everything looked faster too. Barcelona… First impression was defo the ever-fast pace… like Singapore. Like KL. Like Edinburgh.
From Girona to Barcelona (Spain), no. 4 and no. 3(me) flatmates of Thomas Campbell Court No. 10 flew to Italy. Bella Italia! That’s saying “beautiful Italy!”.
What with the great Colloseum, the ever-undying art, the magnificent towers and fountains and their pastas, pizzas and gelati to crave for, why shouldn’t I even say that before I step onto that part of Europe? Sweet. Easily feel like “home” sometimes. Those sometimes meant the times when we see a group of Asians flocking about with home-language. Languages we were familiar with only back home. If someone ever wonders where the Romans today get their revenue from, it’s defo from people like me and Zeeps; the tourists. So Rome was the only place in Italy i stepped foot on. It was good enough. Enough to say “I have at least seen the great Colloseum and have stepped my foot onto one of the ancient’s greatest empire.” My say? Love it and hate it. So much to see, BUT if anyone knows me inside out obviously I’ll get so distress over a holiday which one is not able to do anything. So, be there as an art appreciator and you’ll truly love Rome to every inch of the roads. That’s how big-a-deal of Rome can offer artistically and culturally.
That is why… I had loved my time in Nice, south-easterly of France. Actually, I loved it so much then, i am still loving it now! That was a total superb holiday. Schweeeet-est. Ever. I will put up an entry about it after I develop my photos and then minimise the size so that I will be able to post them up, aight? Till then, mes amis!
Have I ever mention I make good accessory? w-O-w