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Jun. 18th, 2006 04:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
backupmemoriesI'm back, and god, it's good to be home. Italy was fun, but the plane rides (which were all connecting flights, argh) were terrible. Also? Flying on an empty stomach = motion sickness from Hell. And I already get bad motion sickness, which is only worsened by the fact that European pilots can't fly. As in, at all.
I think my trip can be summed up with: "spent money on presents, spent money getting food, spent way too much money to use the internet for a few minutes". I will make a huge note later on the food, but am postponing it because it's probably going to be a rant.
While in Italy, I bought (other than the obligatory presents for family, which made up the majority of my purchases) 2 pretty fandom-related things - black gloves (like Jareth's from Labyrinth), and one of those cross-in-a-circle things from The Dark Is Rising. Points to anyone who knows what I'm talking about with the latter.
Note on the food - Italian food is good. I like Italian food. But not for a week. There's a limit to the amount of pizza someone can eat - and the person I went on the trip with is, how shall we say, a "little" conservative about what she eats. So, yeah. It was basically pizza morning, noon, and night, with me desperately searching the menus for something, anything, that was not pizza and still edible. The joy to which I greeted an appetizer platter stuffed with calamari, sardines, herring, mini-octopus (eyes and tentacles included), mini shrimp, and about 4 other types of seafood I didn't recognise...well, let's conclude by saying it very much freaked out my friend, who determinedly did not look at my plate the entire meal. Also, no bread. I want my bread, damnit - screw diets and such, I'm a good little bread addict. And it was all really bad bread. Did I also mention that Italy apparently lacks any type of juice...?
Yeah. That last paragraph sort of is to explain why, when my friend and I finally landed back in Newark airport and were walking towards Immigration and eventual freedom, we happened to catch a glimpse of the gates (which were in a restaurant-lined hallway) and both said, in unision, "AMERICAN FOOD!", sounding very much like deprived addicts. I have so missed having actual variety in my food.
This isn't to say that I didn't enjoy Italy - I had an awesome time. It's just that, that being said, I am SO happy to live in a country with A, food, and B, air in which there does exist fresh air (smoking is practically universal in Italy).
...now I will cease cluttering up your LJ. Thank ye for your time, and come and chat with me!
I think my trip can be summed up with: "spent money on presents, spent money getting food, spent way too much money to use the internet for a few minutes". I will make a huge note later on the food, but am postponing it because it's probably going to be a rant.
While in Italy, I bought (other than the obligatory presents for family, which made up the majority of my purchases) 2 pretty fandom-related things - black gloves (like Jareth's from Labyrinth), and one of those cross-in-a-circle things from The Dark Is Rising. Points to anyone who knows what I'm talking about with the latter.
Note on the food - Italian food is good. I like Italian food. But not for a week. There's a limit to the amount of pizza someone can eat - and the person I went on the trip with is, how shall we say, a "little" conservative about what she eats. So, yeah. It was basically pizza morning, noon, and night, with me desperately searching the menus for something, anything, that was not pizza and still edible. The joy to which I greeted an appetizer platter stuffed with calamari, sardines, herring, mini-octopus (eyes and tentacles included), mini shrimp, and about 4 other types of seafood I didn't recognise...well, let's conclude by saying it very much freaked out my friend, who determinedly did not look at my plate the entire meal. Also, no bread. I want my bread, damnit - screw diets and such, I'm a good little bread addict. And it was all really bad bread. Did I also mention that Italy apparently lacks any type of juice...?
Yeah. That last paragraph sort of is to explain why, when my friend and I finally landed back in Newark airport and were walking towards Immigration and eventual freedom, we happened to catch a glimpse of the gates (which were in a restaurant-lined hallway) and both said, in unision, "AMERICAN FOOD!", sounding very much like deprived addicts. I have so missed having actual variety in my food.
This isn't to say that I didn't enjoy Italy - I had an awesome time. It's just that, that being said, I am SO happy to live in a country with A, food, and B, air in which there does exist fresh air (smoking is practically universal in Italy).
...now I will cease cluttering up your LJ. Thank ye for your time, and come and chat with me!
