It's been really eventful, plus the fact that I'm too lazy to sit myself down to post something. I've got a new travel journal though, thanks to j. haha.
I'm really happy now that I'm here. Havn't been filled with simple joy since a long while, so I'm really glad. Only thing is that i'm missing my friends and family back home. Shared experiences are always so precious - good for reminiscing and is always the perfect fodder for bitching or merry-making.
The English summertime weather has been really gracious to me - so far no rain! So touch wood, it wouldn't happen too soon. I've gone to the pub, went to the town, visited hera in guildford, prolly pop into london tomorrow. I like just lounging in the warm sun, having your skin caressed by the cool summer breeze, all while reading a good book. It's a luxury and I appreciate it so much.
The family is a pleasure to live with. They spoil me thoroughly really and I'm so grateful for their warmth and hospitality. They make me feel so at home, eases homesickness, if any. Really miss my asian food though. Haha. RICE! Anyway, j made fried rice & i had bibimbap with hera. Helps a little. :) I met J's extended family on the weekend i arrived and on the previous weekend as well. Everyone was really nice, but i'm not sure if i'll get over my foreign-ness. Maybe i'm just somewhat aware of it after reading this book - "Digging to America" about immigrants in America.
Alright - On to Italy. Venice was pretty. So was Cinque Terre. It was a relief from the usual city breaks, which arent breaks at all, if you think about it. It was nice strolling around the maze-like streets of venice. It was good exercise to walk around and in between the 5 villages in Cinque terre. Roma was a city which i felt rather unsafe in, probably because of its reputation as pickpocket central and the looks you get from strange italian men. We met some really lovely people and really nasty people who behaved as if any bit of assistance will cost them an arm and a leg. As if that wasn't enough, we were given horribly hot weather, so I was actually quite happy to head back home. So in a nutshell, you have to head to Italy yourself to experience the authentic Italian experience - which means getting stared at if you wear a skirt, getting a tan, stuffing your face with pastas, pizzas, gelatis, going to the beach, getting forced into tourist traps, meeting nasty american tourists, grumpy italian receptionists and spending your money on bad food. haha.
The men in the house spent sunday at Silverstone, watching the F1 Britain Grand Prix and we had a nice evening yesterday watching Taken together. Great film, but i am highly disturbed by the human trafficking in Europe. Puts me off travelling abit, but I guess it just means that we should never take safety for granted, especially molly-coddled singaporeans. :)
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