Archive | June, 2010

wind cries mary

30 Jun

Tomorrow is Canada Day! That is exciting, I think.
So what did I do today? Well I went to Switzerland via TRAAAAIIIN and ALLLLPS and realized that German is a goofy-sounding language, really. Lots of “kchhh”s and umlauted üs. I found it rather entertaining. I kind of want to learn German now so I can sound as goofy as I want while actually saying important things. Awesome! All the German I know right now is “Guten Tag,” “guten Morgen,” “Danke schon,” and “Ich spraken Deutch.” Oh, and “Nien,” also, which is very helpful in the event of facing monolingual Bond supervillains.
(in German) “I AM GOING TO FEED YOUR BOND GIRL TO RABID HORSES!”
“NIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNN!”
What fun I could have!

Anyway. The Alps were nice and also very cold, I almost fell asleep on the train but was revived with the help of a… CAPPUCHINO! OOOWEEEOOOOWEEEOOO!
(Siren was not necessary, but I am kind of punchdrunk due to a tad bit of sleep deprivation. Pity me.)
I will write more when I can write more coherently. Un-kssh un-kshhh un-ksssh!

excuse me mr.

28 Jun

WHAT DID I DO TODAY?!
I went to Switzerland! Apparently I look German, because all the salespeople at the stores were jabbering to me in it. I kind of stared blankly at them. Um. Maybe I should learn a little German, just enough so I can pronounce it badly and then they’d understand “no way is she a native German speaker.”
Also, whilst trying to ask for things in Broken Italian, I kept on goin’ into French accidentally. “Due gusti, s’il vous pla- I MEAN por favore! Por favore!” This earned me many, MANY blank stares. I suck at Italian, I should’ve asked if I could borrow Wil’s Rosetta Stone thingy and maybe been able to get myself understood. I wish more people spoke French here, I’d be able to be all suave and multilingual. Woo-wee!
Ate dinner at a terrace restaurant out in the Middle Of Nowhere (I love making things proper nouns. Haha!) and they kept playing Queen and Michael Buble over the speakers. And Hey Jude! Eating crostinis to Hey Jude is pretty great, trust me.
My mom just blew her sinuses out and is now repeating “Testing.” over and over. I think she can hear now, well crap.
Well then! I am probably going to sleep soon, it is almost 11 but I had an espresso so I’m kind of hyped up on caffiene, but not too bad. I can handle coffee better than my friends think I can (THIS IS TRUTH, LIL.), but I won’t be able to really sleep for a while. Gotta get the stuff out of my system.
Anyhoo, ‘night for now. I’ll try to write tomorrow morning, if I can wake up early enough.

in the morning

27 Jun

Aah.
It is lovely here.
Went to dinner at a restaurant where they sat us amongst all the other English-speaking people; there was a girl with her family next to us that was complaining that her parets had “only” paid 5 grand towards her car, and her sister had gotten more. Um, what. If my parents had given me that much, I’d be leaping for joy.
Swell!

doubt the daylight

27 Jun

Well, walked ridiculous amounts today. Tomorrow we’re going to a town on the Italy-Switzerland border, which is nice because I actually speak Swiss (or, really, French) and will not feel like a very sore and strange-looking thumb.
My legs hurt, though. They feel like warm and slightly tingly Jell-o. And we have to walk down to dinner tonight, and back up, and probably walk down for more food tomorrow morning. I want an espresso. Maybe I’ll be able to wake up before 1:00 tomorrow, which would be nice.

Anyhoo, nothin’ else to report. I keep on saying things in my head in French. Is this good? (y/n)
(Alors, il n’y’a pas des autres trucs de parle. Je toujours dis les mots en ma tete en francais. Est-ce que c’est bon?)

and to all the destruction in man

27 Jun

Well. Slept till about 1:00 today, it is currently a little before 2 (or after it, I’m not quite sure) and I feel ten times better than I did this time yesterday. Oh, what sleep can do.
Just finished eating some ridiculously delicious pastries, it is great to be back in Europe again though I wish I spoke Italian better than I do. (Badly.) I messed with my little phrasebook app, now I can figure out how to say “I would like” and “where is” and “what is that”. Dov’e is a lovely word to know, it has many uses and I plan to murder it by using all of them.
I still am thinking of France more than where I am now. I’m getting antsy, I want to be back where I can make myself understood without resorting to “Est-ce que vous parlez anglais?” Because in Paris that will earn you no end of looking-down-upon. Also, I want some limonade, dangit! ‘S good stuff!

Back to Italy, as if I keep making up awesome scenarios about Paris it’ll seem like a letdown. Lake Como is gorgeous. And not in the “ooh, lake!” gorgeousity- in a “wow, that is a slightly intimidating expanse of water” way. This thing is big. I kind of want to go swimming in it, but meh. Not today. It is too late and too strenuous for my poor betrodden bones.
That about wraps it up for now. Later!

stay another season

26 Jun

Hey everyone! Guess where I am now!
Well, you’re wrong, presumably, because I am sitting on a small bed in Belaggio with my hair wet and the lights off and feeling kind of hungry. I am also waiting for my mother.
I kind of like it here, only the little “DANGER!” mechanicism in my brain keeps going off because it is a “Strange Place I Have Never Been” (which is redundant, yes. Still.) and I don’t speak Italian nearly as well as I do French, which will probably lead us interesting places.
But in other news: There is a sports club! There is also a restaurant by the sports club, which we are going to go to in order to keep ourselves from starving. I have my mind’s eye set on either a plate of pasta con pomodoro or a nice ole-fashioned Marguerita pizza. Woo!
My decolletage is being eaten by mosquitoes. It is not a pleasant feeling.

But I actually feel a million times better than I did when I first walked into this lovely hacienda. I took a shower, I got dressed, I wiggled my toes and it felt MARVELLOUS!
Going to go eat now, will write when we get back.

sugary scent of springtime

26 Jun

Where am I? In the second most awesome rental car I’ve ever had the pleasure of riding in, somewhere in Northern Italy, feeling the need to sleep but trying not to act on it.
There is a lot of grass, a lot of tunnels, a lot of terraced hills, a lot of batshit-crazy drivers.
Actually, sleep would be a bloody magnificent idea right now. Muuuhhh.