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.
No comments:
Post a Comment