Life...

And in the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. - Abraham Lincoln

Thursday, July 22, 2010

My thoughts on Italy...



Having had the pleasure of visiting South of Italy (namely Rome, Naples, Sorento, Amalfi, Capri, Anacapri and Positano)three years ago, versus this trip in the Northern part of Italy, I have come to realise that my temperament matches the southern part more.

This trip, as a general rule, was scenic, architecturally invigorating, and culturally eye opening. The locals were not as playful, friendly and flirtatious as the Southern part. Along the Amalfi Coast, also a tourist attraction, the locals are inviting and helpful beyond words. Their motto is to leave you with a lasting impression.

Here in Venice and Florence, they are also mulled by too many tourists coming through, but the local temperament and their rules of hospitality are harsh and less "serviable", less catering-to. They were also "surprised" by solo female travellers. To them, folks like me were aliens, a puzzle. If you travelled alone, you were more likely to be offered "a date with benefits". My favorite line of all from a male Fiorentini, who didn't understand why I roamed alone on holiday, was "but why?"
Puts things into perspective, doesn't it?

These places have a lot to offer. The sites alone are charming to any foreigner coming through. With a tiny bit of added charm, care to please attitude and a dash of sex appeal, this place could be magical.



Just my two cents worth.

Ciao, Ciao Italia!


This trip wouldn't be complete without voicing my thoughts on Amerigo Vespucci Aeroporto. OMG!!!! OMG!!!! In simple terms, the Dominican Republic Airport is more impressive than this tiny, run down, poor excuse of a fly zone.

An hour and a half before the flight, the check-in attendants are nowhere to be found. There is a line-up from here to there, some odd workers that seemed to have been responsible for unlocking the main doors to this joint.

Then the trail of lovely blue suits arrive, slowly, oh so slowly to tend to their desks. This was Italian time at its best. Boarding is also interesting...does not matter if you have kids and strollers, are in Executive or First Class seating, back rows first...the name of the game is push and shove at 6am!

Arrivederci Italia!