I have mixed feelings about Italy. Florence is exquisitely beautiful, ridiculously so and the amount of fun that could be had there seems truly limitless. Unfortunately, it was vrek hot; I’m talking like 36 – 38 degrees Celsius, too hot to be alive really. I don’t really enjoy heat like that, I live for the sun but bot sweltering pain brought with it. So I immediately went into mole mode, wanted to burrow down as low as possible and avoid the glare. Which was a pity because like I say, it is exquisite. Also, Kitsi had school and was pretty weighed down by that so the mood wasn’t exactly festive. Then again, I am not a particularly festive person so that was A-Okay in my books, it felt like this leg of the adventure was meant to be lazy, languid and luxurious. And that’s what it was. I feel like I used Italy to center myself to get ready for the rest of the other places that I am more excited about. It was never top of my list; I am surprised that I spent that long there at all. Hanging with Kitsi was the main reason for that I think. She showed me a nice time, but I have to concur with her, Florence is boring. Beautiful but boring; no scene and no cool. It made me realize just how much people make a place; because I kept thinking shiiiiit if there were South African’s instead of Italians here, nothing would last but it would be SO fun!
The Italians weren’t half as bad as everybody had me expecting. They’re definitely not friendly, but I didn’t experience any unfriendliness and along the way people helped me man, even if it was grudgingly. That said, all notions of Italians being stylish and well put together have unfortunately been dashed. I totally felt like I was in Bedfordview surrounded by guidos. I’d say like a quarter of the people I saw were stylish, the rest looked like they had juuuust stopped wearing diamante encrusted everything, pretty tacky. And even the stylish ones, it wasn’t anything new and exciting, it was just really well done. And that sorta filtered through to my opinion of the people themselves, not just their dress sense. Of course, everybody had a thousand quips about finding myself an Italian Stallion. Psssssht. I didn’t feel gripped by anybody to tell the truth, and I think it was more due to the fact that while there are lots of incredibly good-looking people, they are all variations of the same kind of hot and that’s boring. Coming from a place where you can see a totally different looking face everyday, that kind of homogeneity dulled my attraction big time. Also, the men are smarmy man, like Kitsi KEPT making me change for being too naked because she said the dude’s are grabby. Gross. Fortunately, nothing like that happened, but the old dudes are definitely quite pervy out there. Almost like they have a sense of entitlement because they’re supposedly these suave guys. Yuck.
I think I also didn’t enjoy Italy as much as I could have because I had no appetite, probably due to the heat. I felt super crabby that I couldn’t get involved on the food front man. Of course I chowed down on the pizza, and we went to this Indian restaurant on my last night, where I had fan-fucking-tastic mutton curry, second only to my Mom’s (in my books, that’s the equivalent of a curry being knighted.) I did however have lotssss of ice-cream. I will return to Italy for the gelato, it’s like angels having a snowball fight in your mouth. It was definitely my favourite thing about being there. I also really enjoyed the wind in my hair while riding Kitsi’s bike along the river and through the city, bicycles are so tremendous, I don’t think I ever want to walk again. Some highlights and photos: