Hi guys!!!!We are getting ready to leave for Italy in 2 weeks. While I was revisiting my old papers, I found this article that I wrote in 2006 about my first experience in Italy. I hope you enjoy it. We promise to update you soon with our italian adventure 2008
Eating, eating and eating ...
I think I can summarize this trip to Italy with this simple and essential verb. Back to the United States with a little more weights, however happier. The journey meant food for the soul and for the heart.
We visited Milan, a gray city that seems a little sad, but where you can breath culture. There we met some friends and, obviously, we ate and manjamos (to eat in Italian).
In fact. I ate a lot, but at all just high excellence food. In our first day we went to the house of the mom’s friend to eat, of course. That was no break….. “eat, eat.. you’re sou slim...”.
You know that is impolite to deny food in I… You can break the heart of a Italian mother.
Leaving to Venice by train….. the city seems that stopped in the time. Our goal was to get lost among alleys and lanes of the city without watch
Every walk a new surprise… from a street to a procession from there to a typical Italian bar to taste a good wine and salami.
I don’t need to tell you how romantic and mysterious the city is… everybody knows its.
From Venice we took a train to Brindisi… lollo’s hometown. I met his parents, sister, friends and a timid sun for the first time. Ate, ate and ate more than during the whole trip. I couldn’t “insult” my mother and father-in-law, could I?
Ending the journey… time to go back home. I was missing New York.. its smell, diversity of people and culture. In Italy everybody is very similar… big noses, whites and Catholics… well not exactly in this order either not at all is true… but Cheer the diversity in Brazil and New York!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think I can summarize this trip to Italy with this simple and essential verb. Back to the United States with a little more weights, however happier. The journey meant food for the soul and for the heart.
We visited Milan, a gray city that seems a little sad, but where you can breath culture. There we met some friends and, obviously, we ate and manjamos (to eat in Italian).
In fact. I ate a lot, but at all just high excellence food. In our first day we went to the house of the mom’s friend to eat, of course. That was no break….. “eat, eat.. you’re sou slim...”.
You know that is impolite to deny food in I… You can break the heart of a Italian mother.
Leaving to Venice by train….. the city seems that stopped in the time. Our goal was to get lost among alleys and lanes of the city without watch
Every walk a new surprise… from a street to a procession from there to a typical Italian bar to taste a good wine and salami.
I don’t need to tell you how romantic and mysterious the city is… everybody knows its.
From Venice we took a train to Brindisi… lollo’s hometown. I met his parents, sister, friends and a timid sun for the first time. Ate, ate and ate more than during the whole trip. I couldn’t “insult” my mother and father-in-law, could I?
Ending the journey… time to go back home. I was missing New York.. its smell, diversity of people and culture. In Italy everybody is very similar… big noses, whites and Catholics… well not exactly in this order either not at all is true… but Cheer the diversity in Brazil and New York!!!!!!!!!!!!
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