Thursday, October 01, 2009
Oh my God. Carcioffo’s and artichokes.
There are so many words I could use to describe this trip, but something along one of the most amazing holidays I have EVER had should do.
What was envisioned as a sex safari turned out to be surprisingly so much more. I am walking on air at the moment.
Italy was nice too.
I was talking about with whom I went to Italy with of course. Something we’d been planning for some time, and it exceeded any expectations tenfold.
I had one of those teary-eyed moments whilst getting onto the plane yesterday – one of those cheesy moments you see in Hollywood Blockbusters basically – wiping tears away with a soggy boarding pass.
Six days of pure bliss – every second of every day. We toured the Vatican, went for meals in little cobbled street cafes, lots of overlooking views of the city, devouring bruschetta drizzled in olive oil, taking trains to random little towns where people hung their washing out of their windows.
Fiat 500s (the old one’s) everywhere, wine in open courtyards, emotive people, lots of adventures. Rome is more gorgeous than I even remembered it.
As my partner in crime said: Romance on a stick.
The Italians we chatted to were so full of life and so animated; proper characters they are. One morning we head to a little place for an espresso after waking up, and the waiter sees us sitting there all dreamily slumped over our chairs and reckons: ‘Hey-a! HEY-a! Wake-a uppa, WAKE. A UPPA. CHOP-A CHOP-A NOW. Guys-a, buongiorno. What-a do you a-want?’
Such a beautiful language to listen to too. They exaggerate everything – the words to the moments - the whole Italy experience for me was almost intoxicating. Saturated with everything that makes a human head spin in happiness.
Basically. Basically. I was in heaven. Italy was fabulous, end of. Perfect even.
I’ll be staying with him in two weeks in the UK, which is gratifying. For now, its taking each day as it comes.