OK, first of all, I cant find the apostrophe on the Italian keyboard, so bear with me on that one.
Secondly, Italy has been nothing but insanity so far. My train from Prague was late, so I missed my connection in Munich the night before last. I staid there overnight, then took off for Italy yesterday morning. I decided to get off in a small city called Trento, mostly because it was at least mentioned in my guidebook, and also because the train got me there at about 2:00 pm, and thats a convenient time to arrive in a new city. On the train, I had a 50 year old Italian guy who spoke absolutely no English (and apparently didnt believe in deoderant) sit down in my compartment. There are a million empty compartments on the train, but he picks mine. OK. So after about 20 minutes of trying to talk in single-word sentences, he decides its appropriate to sit down next to me and try to kiss me on the neck. "No no no no no" I say. He appologizes and sits back down across from me. Finally he takes the hint and moves to another car, after telling me several times that he loves me. GREAT...
I arrive in Trento. I was staring out the window at the amazing cliffs and mountains (the kind that were obviously created by glacial activity millions of years ago) when they announced my stop. Holy shit, I get to get off here? Its the most beautiful landscape Ive ever come across.
I get off the train and walk past two policemen with a drug dog. They stop me. In broken English, one of them asks if Im carrying any drugs, marijuana, cocaine, anything. Of course, Im not, and I tell him so. Two minutes later they stop a guy about my age, who is actually Italian... this is comforting, because at least Im not being singled out. They tell us they have to search our bags because the dog thinks we have drugs. I think the dog is after my Vegemite, but I head off with the police officers to their office in the station. The one who speaks English sternly says that if I have anything and tell him about it now, its not a big deal, but if they find anything at all that I havent told them about, it will be bad for me. Amazing how they use the same lines here as at home, huh?
I maintain my innocence, let them search my bag, and of course they dont find anything. The other kid was clean too, so I think their dog must have been having a problem or something. They were remarkably nice about the whole thing, even making a hilarious attempt to get my sleep sheet back in its sack after searching it. I finally asked if I could just do it for them, as its a weird process. Finally they let me go and pointed me towards the hostel...
Also had some weird guy walk by me and say something lewd on the street. I dont know what words were actually said, but the tone of voice got the point across pretty effectively. I gotta find a fake wedding ring somewhere. Italian men really are as crazy as Ive heard...
Secondly, Italy has been nothing but insanity so far. My train from Prague was late, so I missed my connection in Munich the night before last. I staid there overnight, then took off for Italy yesterday morning. I decided to get off in a small city called Trento, mostly because it was at least mentioned in my guidebook, and also because the train got me there at about 2:00 pm, and thats a convenient time to arrive in a new city. On the train, I had a 50 year old Italian guy who spoke absolutely no English (and apparently didnt believe in deoderant) sit down in my compartment. There are a million empty compartments on the train, but he picks mine. OK. So after about 20 minutes of trying to talk in single-word sentences, he decides its appropriate to sit down next to me and try to kiss me on the neck. "No no no no no" I say. He appologizes and sits back down across from me. Finally he takes the hint and moves to another car, after telling me several times that he loves me. GREAT...
I arrive in Trento. I was staring out the window at the amazing cliffs and mountains (the kind that were obviously created by glacial activity millions of years ago) when they announced my stop. Holy shit, I get to get off here? Its the most beautiful landscape Ive ever come across.
I get off the train and walk past two policemen with a drug dog. They stop me. In broken English, one of them asks if Im carrying any drugs, marijuana, cocaine, anything. Of course, Im not, and I tell him so. Two minutes later they stop a guy about my age, who is actually Italian... this is comforting, because at least Im not being singled out. They tell us they have to search our bags because the dog thinks we have drugs. I think the dog is after my Vegemite, but I head off with the police officers to their office in the station. The one who speaks English sternly says that if I have anything and tell him about it now, its not a big deal, but if they find anything at all that I havent told them about, it will be bad for me. Amazing how they use the same lines here as at home, huh?
I maintain my innocence, let them search my bag, and of course they dont find anything. The other kid was clean too, so I think their dog must have been having a problem or something. They were remarkably nice about the whole thing, even making a hilarious attempt to get my sleep sheet back in its sack after searching it. I finally asked if I could just do it for them, as its a weird process. Finally they let me go and pointed me towards the hostel...
Also had some weird guy walk by me and say something lewd on the street. I dont know what words were actually said, but the tone of voice got the point across pretty effectively. I gotta find a fake wedding ring somewhere. Italian men really are as crazy as Ive heard...
posted by Kristal at 12:45 AM
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Do you think this had anything to do with being Friday the 13th?
Dad and I have had a great day. Laid on the beach, ate a delicious lunch with a view of the beach, and made it back to the hotel before it started to rain. But, we didn't know it was Friday the 13th either.
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