I helped hold it up...
It was next to some other big buildings...
That was all
Jan 14, 2008
Sienna
I woke up today with my own body clock. Glorious! It was maybe 9:45 so not too shabby either. After a piece of toast and an egg, Eve and I set off to meet Lisa at the train station as today we had planned on sightseeing round Sienna.
Train down showed some amazing country side, oh and I met a really cool Irish homeless man with a dog at the station too.
Anyway, we got to Sienna and started walking. Not knowing the way to the city center, I asked the nearest person who happened to be a guy from Pisa who was visiting Sienna for a soccer match. Milano was playing Sienna.
We walked with him to the center and when we arrived there was a crowd standing outside of a nearby hotel. Jaws on the ground, pools of drawl at their feet, cameras clutched tightly in their fists, bodies half way up light posts, on garden walls and atop car roofs. They were all waiting to see the Milan team leave from the hotel. We waited with the crowd for a bit but as the Milano team were being girls and taking ages to get ready, and as we knew no one on the team anyway, we cruised off to leave the crowd to their pointless hero worshipping.
The girls visited a museum while I opted to wander the town. The town, I think, is Sienna. It is crazy to see.
(pic of town)
After I remet up with the girls, we went and toured some churches and the Duomo. The Duomo was... I am getting sick of writing that everything is amazing. Of course they all look cool, that is why weveryone comes here! A picture tells a thousand words...
(pic of Duomo)
Church was the same. Oh, no. Actually it was better for two reasons.
1) It has in it the shrunken head of Saint Elizabeth. That was cool. Just stuck up on the wall in this little aclove with paintings all around it.
2) While I sat in the church pews admiring the stain glass windows, the roar of the Italian soccer match going on next door could be heard all around. And what a noise! Wow! They are fanatic. it suited too. The Italian religion is soccer and so I figure the noise of the crowd is their version of church music.
Oh, and the pigeons in the town square (meant to be why everyone sees Sienna but it wasn't thaaat great) were cool!
(pic with pigeons)
Train down showed some amazing country side, oh and I met a really cool Irish homeless man with a dog at the station too.
Anyway, we got to Sienna and started walking. Not knowing the way to the city center, I asked the nearest person who happened to be a guy from Pisa who was visiting Sienna for a soccer match. Milano was playing Sienna.
We walked with him to the center and when we arrived there was a crowd standing outside of a nearby hotel. Jaws on the ground, pools of drawl at their feet, cameras clutched tightly in their fists, bodies half way up light posts, on garden walls and atop car roofs. They were all waiting to see the Milan team leave from the hotel. We waited with the crowd for a bit but as the Milano team were being girls and taking ages to get ready, and as we knew no one on the team anyway, we cruised off to leave the crowd to their pointless hero worshipping.
The girls visited a museum while I opted to wander the town. The town, I think, is Sienna. It is crazy to see.
(pic of town)
After I remet up with the girls, we went and toured some churches and the Duomo. The Duomo was... I am getting sick of writing that everything is amazing. Of course they all look cool, that is why weveryone comes here! A picture tells a thousand words...
(pic of Duomo)
Church was the same. Oh, no. Actually it was better for two reasons.
1) It has in it the shrunken head of Saint Elizabeth. That was cool. Just stuck up on the wall in this little aclove with paintings all around it.
2) While I sat in the church pews admiring the stain glass windows, the roar of the Italian soccer match going on next door could be heard all around. And what a noise! Wow! They are fanatic. it suited too. The Italian religion is soccer and so I figure the noise of the crowd is their version of church music.
Oh, and the pigeons in the town square (meant to be why everyone sees Sienna but it wasn't thaaat great) were cool!
(pic with pigeons)
The flat
So I am sitting here in the flat writing out blog entries on Eve’s laptop listening to the conversations going on around me.
Eve is sitting here saying she wants an open relationship with her boyfriend. He has a female friend coming over this weekend (He’s in Germany, she is presently in Italy) and she is sitting here, telling us, she kind of hopes he sleeps with her! In one way, what an awesome girlfriend! “Go sleep with other girls” she is saying. On the other hand, if you were sitting here, it kind of sounds like he is just crap in bed… Ana is jumping around, being late for work, and making it worse by explaining to me how she is always late to work and the reasons why. I think I might have an idea of why myself… Cecile is sitting here in the middle of it all, studying Pharhahaha. Sure. And there is this French guy sitting here who everyone thinks is gay and he is flinging his hands around, standing all tilted and making me think maybe he is as well.
I am sitting here, dying for, weird I know, but a bottle of wine. Not to get drunk. Just to get happy. Was that kind of a day…
Eve is sitting here saying she wants an open relationship with her boyfriend. He has a female friend coming over this weekend (He’s in Germany, she is presently in Italy) and she is sitting here, telling us, she kind of hopes he sleeps with her! In one way, what an awesome girlfriend! “Go sleep with other girls” she is saying. On the other hand, if you were sitting here, it kind of sounds like he is just crap in bed… Ana is jumping around, being late for work, and making it worse by explaining to me how she is always late to work and the reasons why. I think I might have an idea of why myself… Cecile is sitting here in the middle of it all, studying Pharhahaha. Sure. And there is this French guy sitting here who everyone thinks is gay and he is flinging his hands around, standing all tilted and making me think maybe he is as well.
I am sitting here, dying for, weird I know, but a bottle of wine. Not to get drunk. Just to get happy. Was that kind of a day…
The love room, Four roses girls and a tour through Tuscany…
Shall I even write anything here or just let your imagination run wild??
The day began with a move from Dörte’s house, into her friends flat. Two French and a German girl share an apartment and they had invited me to stay a couple of nights while Dörte visited the beach with her boyfriend. They had a spare room they called the ‘love room’ that I was welcome to use (they share one bedroom so the name, I think, is self explanatory). Cool room too.
So after ditching my gear, Lisa, Eve, Cecile and myself headed off for our tour of Tuscany. Eve had rented a small car in which the four of us were to explore the country side, visiting Colle Val d’Elsa, Monteriggioni Castle, Montepulciano, Greve and some small surrounding villages.
Monteriggioni Castle: Lisa: Cecile: Eve:
With 4 hours sleep the day before and a long day of touring behind us, I was pretty knackered when we arrived back home around 7 or so. After getting a delicious home cooked dinner into my belly, I was pretty set for bed. But two of the French girls who ate with us had different ideas…
Pointing out that we were young and fit and travelling and so had nowhere to be the following morning, they suggested I join them for a few drinks at a nearby friend’s place. I soon found myself walking through town with Cecile and her French friend, carrying a couple of bottles of red wine and so, I guess, a decision had been made.
Ten minutes later and there I was, in Florence Italy, drinking Tuscan red wine, listening to conversations of Italian going on around me, stomach full of al dent pasta, and thinking to myself, this is true Italia! This is what it is all about. A few introductions later though and I found myself re-evaluating the situation… Who did the group compose of? Five German girls, 1 German guy, 4 French girls, 3 French guys, 2 Swiss girls, 2 Austrian girls, 1 Spanish guy and myself. Ha ha, not a single Italian (o:
So with most of the conversations going on being spoken in French and Italian, I began the night sitting quietly sipping away at my wine not really doing much. But as the night wore on, and the contents of the bottles reduced, English soon ventured out and I found myself with an invitation to some invite party wrapped around my wrist.
One of the german girls, Lisa, I had met had invited me along and she had had a spare invite back in her flat that she went and grabbed for me. So seeing as I wouldn’t have to pay and that this girl was cute, I figured and why not? Leaving my escorts behind and not having a clue on how I intended to make my way back home at the end of the night, I left the party with Lisa, two Austrian girls, two Swiss girls and one gay Spanish guy (maybe now you get an idea of why I wasn’t caring too much about getting home, haha).
We arrived at the bar and there’s this bouncer standing there checking tickets. A quick look around reveals the obvious; we don’t belong here. After checking I have indeed somehow acquired myself a ticket, the bouncer begins to tug at my clothing and say stuff in Italian that indicates he is probably not too happy with my choice of garb. I mumble back in English with a big dopey grin on my face and he soon waves me in with the slow release of breath, characteristic of a sigh and a “What’s this world coming too?” comment resting on the edge of his lips.
So we cruise in (get checked a couple of times inside the bar but, yes, we do indeed have tickets) and yeah, this place was chic. Everyone is looking hot in tight black clothes and prissy, pissy attitudes. We hit the dance floor pretty quick and rocked to some bad house trance music pretending we were drunk cause everyone else is dancing like they have a pole stuck half way up their, um, derriere.
Then I look up at one stage and see Cecile and co had come to ‘rescue’ me. They pulled me out and showed me some awesome tickets they had made back home out of paper and colouring in pencils that had fooled the security and told me they had come to save me. Save me? That German girl was hot and I wasn’t so sure if I actually wanted to leave (music aside).
But leave we did and after a bit, headed home. I know. Sad aye.
The day began with a move from Dörte’s house, into her friends flat. Two French and a German girl share an apartment and they had invited me to stay a couple of nights while Dörte visited the beach with her boyfriend. They had a spare room they called the ‘love room’ that I was welcome to use (they share one bedroom so the name, I think, is self explanatory). Cool room too.
So after ditching my gear, Lisa, Eve, Cecile and myself headed off for our tour of Tuscany. Eve had rented a small car in which the four of us were to explore the country side, visiting Colle Val d’Elsa, Monteriggioni Castle, Montepulciano, Greve and some small surrounding villages.
Eve and the beast:
Monteriggioni Castle: Lisa: Cecile: Eve:
With 4 hours sleep the day before and a long day of touring behind us, I was pretty knackered when we arrived back home around 7 or so. After getting a delicious home cooked dinner into my belly, I was pretty set for bed. But two of the French girls who ate with us had different ideas…
Pointing out that we were young and fit and travelling and so had nowhere to be the following morning, they suggested I join them for a few drinks at a nearby friend’s place. I soon found myself walking through town with Cecile and her French friend, carrying a couple of bottles of red wine and so, I guess, a decision had been made.
Ten minutes later and there I was, in Florence Italy, drinking Tuscan red wine, listening to conversations of Italian going on around me, stomach full of al dent pasta, and thinking to myself, this is true Italia! This is what it is all about. A few introductions later though and I found myself re-evaluating the situation… Who did the group compose of? Five German girls, 1 German guy, 4 French girls, 3 French guys, 2 Swiss girls, 2 Austrian girls, 1 Spanish guy and myself. Ha ha, not a single Italian (o:
So with most of the conversations going on being spoken in French and Italian, I began the night sitting quietly sipping away at my wine not really doing much. But as the night wore on, and the contents of the bottles reduced, English soon ventured out and I found myself with an invitation to some invite party wrapped around my wrist.
One of the german girls, Lisa, I had met had invited me along and she had had a spare invite back in her flat that she went and grabbed for me. So seeing as I wouldn’t have to pay and that this girl was cute, I figured and why not? Leaving my escorts behind and not having a clue on how I intended to make my way back home at the end of the night, I left the party with Lisa, two Austrian girls, two Swiss girls and one gay Spanish guy (maybe now you get an idea of why I wasn’t caring too much about getting home, haha).
We arrived at the bar and there’s this bouncer standing there checking tickets. A quick look around reveals the obvious; we don’t belong here. After checking I have indeed somehow acquired myself a ticket, the bouncer begins to tug at my clothing and say stuff in Italian that indicates he is probably not too happy with my choice of garb. I mumble back in English with a big dopey grin on my face and he soon waves me in with the slow release of breath, characteristic of a sigh and a “What’s this world coming too?” comment resting on the edge of his lips.
So we cruise in (get checked a couple of times inside the bar but, yes, we do indeed have tickets) and yeah, this place was chic. Everyone is looking hot in tight black clothes and prissy, pissy attitudes. We hit the dance floor pretty quick and rocked to some bad house trance music pretending we were drunk cause everyone else is dancing like they have a pole stuck half way up their, um, derriere.
Then I look up at one stage and see Cecile and co had come to ‘rescue’ me. They pulled me out and showed me some awesome tickets they had made back home out of paper and colouring in pencils that had fooled the security and told me they had come to save me. Save me? That German girl was hot and I wasn’t so sure if I actually wanted to leave (music aside).
But leave we did and after a bit, headed home. I know. Sad aye.
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