im about three weeks behind, chances are that will be a recuring event, but i do promise to keep you all enteretained even if it is a bit behind.
1/10/09
My first day in Genoa I woke up groggy as all hell in my hotel, and I started my voyage down to Cinque terra after meeting up with my buddy Albert Einstein, a good travel companion of mine. Many people thought he died but he didn’t, he has been hanging around bars in Genoa bored as hell and was up for a good travel. Cinque terra, is this connection of five beautiful coastal towns that to you take a train to or in warm weather hike from one town to the next. People told me it was right next to Genoa. Two hours later after a switch of trains we arrive at Cinque terra. We kept ourselves busy on the train though, , Einstein listened to my ipod while I slept, we watched the ocean for a while and then Einstein took a nap, but when we finally arrived it was totally worth it. The towns were so beautifully picturesque I couldn’t even handle it as I walked down winding streets and seaside. I sat by the ocean with a town hills above, the ocean in front and a piece of pesto pizza in my hand giggling with happiness and hoping that everyone in their life can visit a place as beautiful.
I booked It to three of the 5 Cinque terra towns, following winding streets filled with only a hand full of tourists, old Italian couples, and locals hanging out in areas that become a tourist trap come summer. On the two hour train back I sat reflecting on the beautiful experience when a young hip Italian guy, probably 18 hair spiked up, defiantly a Reaco Swava style character, ask me a phrase I didn’t understand in Italian. He then said “you speak English, eh?”. He then enthusiastically shouted “American, yeah, I Love New York City”, and slapped me on the back and I knew I had made a friend weather I liked it or not. I found out quickly what Fabio’s favorite things are.
Fabio likes
a) American Women
b) Drinking
c) Smoking
I then moved to the back of the train cars to continue our converation because he did not have a train pass, he mentions that his friends call him "The Fonz" becuase he looks like Fonzy from Happy Days, i was very much in awe of this particular character. Reflecting on our meeting i knew immediately this would only be the beginning of interesting characters I would meet in Italy, and I have not even met the crew I will be working with.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Part Un
First of all, for this blog I will do my very best to use proper grammar and spell things correctly, but knowing me that will not happen so please accept that I will be taking some creative licenses with words and slang so the language doesn’t get in the way of the tale, because yes it is a tale. Secondly I will do my best to make this at least pg-13, for any younger viewers but sometimes there is no better word to describe a situation then a good old fashion American cuss word, in this situation any number of Italian or English cuss words might also suffice.
This Tale as it will be told, begins with a heinous thirty seven hour transit, from Hartford, to Chicago, to a ten hour layover in Munich, then to Genova. However the real tale starts in Munich.
My ten hour layover in Munich stared with me dazed and walking through the airport to a counter to ask about subway tickets to the center of Munich, when the women in front of me passed out. Just plain slumped over onto the counter and slid to the ground. The dest worker and I shocked didn’t know what she was doing and after a second exchanged of im sure were nothing less than Oscar winning looks, we both ran to help this lady up, I shouted something incoherent, my version of help except maybe in a german accent(I was very very tired), the desk working grabbed a chair and some water from behind the counter. The women was fine, she drank some water and a doctor was called, and I was ushered without a word into the next line, welcome to Munich.
After a forty minute ride to Munich center I came from the subway upon a tour from the Wombats Youth Hostel. It was a group of Austrain’s, Brit’s and American’s, which was lead by probably the only black, bisexual, Peruvian tour guide in Munich, who else would you rather have as a tour guide?
My ten hour layover in Munich stared with me dazed and walking through the airport to a counter to ask about subway tickets to the center of Munich, when the women in front of me passed out. Just plain slumped over onto the counter and slid to the ground. The dest worker and I shocked didn’t know what she was doing and after a second exchanged of im sure were nothing less than Oscar winning looks, we both ran to help this lady up, I shouted something incoherent, my version of help except maybe in a german accent(I was very very tired), the desk working grabbed a chair and some water from behind the counter. The women was fine, she drank some water and a doctor was called, and I was ushered without a word into the next line, welcome to Munich.
After a forty minute ride to Munich center I came from the subway upon a tour from the Wombats Youth Hostel. It was a group of Austrain’s, Brit’s and American’s, which was lead by probably the only black, bisexual, Peruvian tour guide in Munich, who else would you rather have as a tour guide?
I learned three major things about Munich from this tour:
1. They love Catholicism
2. They love beer
3. They love pork
(the tour guide said if you remember anything from this tour remember these things, I did)
Other than that we saw pretty churches, beer halls and drinking yards, the hall and street where Hitler’s first rebellion was and learned that almost the whole of Munich except for two churches and two statues was destroyed during WW2. Everything else that appeared old and ancient was built in the last sixty years, I was a little sad it wasn’t as old as I had believed, but we can thank Hitler for that. The tour guide gave us lots of great information but between it being a bit freezing and my overall sleep deprivation this was what I can recall. After coffee with some Ausie’s and our tour guide, he invited us all to his favorite local beer hall. I was in beer heaven tasting some of the best German beers I have ever had, all local brews with lots of sss’s, and bbb’s and fff’s in the names(I will dig up the names for you brew lovers). I realized I had to fly out soon so I bid farewell to my new foreign friends and our wonderful flamboyant Peruvian tour guide and wandered back to the airport for a blurry eyed trip to Genoa.
1. They love Catholicism
2. They love beer
3. They love pork
(the tour guide said if you remember anything from this tour remember these things, I did)
Other than that we saw pretty churches, beer halls and drinking yards, the hall and street where Hitler’s first rebellion was and learned that almost the whole of Munich except for two churches and two statues was destroyed during WW2. Everything else that appeared old and ancient was built in the last sixty years, I was a little sad it wasn’t as old as I had believed, but we can thank Hitler for that. The tour guide gave us lots of great information but between it being a bit freezing and my overall sleep deprivation this was what I can recall. After coffee with some Ausie’s and our tour guide, he invited us all to his favorite local beer hall. I was in beer heaven tasting some of the best German beers I have ever had, all local brews with lots of sss’s, and bbb’s and fff’s in the names(I will dig up the names for you brew lovers). I realized I had to fly out soon so I bid farewell to my new foreign friends and our wonderful flamboyant Peruvian tour guide and wandered back to the airport for a blurry eyed trip to Genoa.
End part Un.
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