Italy...what else can I say. It is truly as amazing as everyone makes it out to be. And not only did I venture off to Italy this past weekend...I went to the southern Italian island of Sardinia, to a city called Alghero. This place was so beautiful...and the 75-degree sun-shining weather was a nice break from chilly Dublin.
Katie and I went to Alghero together, not knowing what to expect. Our plane landed, and we walked out of the tiny airport to a warm evening breeze. Amongst all of the palm trees and Italians in black leather jackets lighting up their cigs, we found a taxi to take us to our Bed and Breakfast. Everything was going perfectly...I mean for the fact that the man who was driving us drove like a weathered Italian...until the taxi came to a sudden stop to allow a woman to cross the street and we get hit by the car behind us. Yes, that's right folks, I got into a car accident in Italy before I even unpacked my bags. It probably sounds more serious than it is though...Katie and I spent the entire rest of the taxi ride trying not to laugh.
We arrived at our Bed and Breakfast, which is on the top floor of older Italian villa-looking building (the sixth floor, since none of the building there were more than around six floors). The owner was so friendly and spoke great English, which was nice, because virtually NOBODY in Alghero spoke English (and my Italian was limited to Ciao). We got to our room...which turned out to be the penthouse honeymoon suite! In our suite was a beautifully decorated bedroom with a king sized bed, a fridge stocked full of Italian breakfast foods and cookies, a hallway with a dining table, a lovely bathroom and a private balcony which looked over the entire city all the way to the ocean. Katie and I were shocked, and just jumped up and down a few times on the bed.
The rest of our four day trip to Alghero consisted of eating amazing Sardinian food, which specializes in Seafood, lying on the white sandy beaches, drinking wine, cappuccino and limoncello at small Italian cafes and renting bicycles to ride along the coast. It was amazing, and the pictures will speak for themselves.
Next weekend, I am going to Paris! So, here are the pictures from Italy...again, thank you Mom and Dad for making this all possible.
Katie and I went to Alghero together, not knowing what to expect. Our plane landed, and we walked out of the tiny airport to a warm evening breeze. Amongst all of the palm trees and Italians in black leather jackets lighting up their cigs, we found a taxi to take us to our Bed and Breakfast. Everything was going perfectly...I mean for the fact that the man who was driving us drove like a weathered Italian...until the taxi came to a sudden stop to allow a woman to cross the street and we get hit by the car behind us. Yes, that's right folks, I got into a car accident in Italy before I even unpacked my bags. It probably sounds more serious than it is though...Katie and I spent the entire rest of the taxi ride trying not to laugh.
We arrived at our Bed and Breakfast, which is on the top floor of older Italian villa-looking building (the sixth floor, since none of the building there were more than around six floors). The owner was so friendly and spoke great English, which was nice, because virtually NOBODY in Alghero spoke English (and my Italian was limited to Ciao). We got to our room...which turned out to be the penthouse honeymoon suite! In our suite was a beautifully decorated bedroom with a king sized bed, a fridge stocked full of Italian breakfast foods and cookies, a hallway with a dining table, a lovely bathroom and a private balcony which looked over the entire city all the way to the ocean. Katie and I were shocked, and just jumped up and down a few times on the bed.
The rest of our four day trip to Alghero consisted of eating amazing Sardinian food, which specializes in Seafood, lying on the white sandy beaches, drinking wine, cappuccino and limoncello at small Italian cafes and renting bicycles to ride along the coast. It was amazing, and the pictures will speak for themselves.
Next weekend, I am going to Paris! So, here are the pictures from Italy...again, thank you Mom and Dad for making this all possible.
3 comments:
Maybe Paris will be better and you'll actually have some fun rather than all the hard work, studying, drudgery, unpleasant scenery, dull, unresponsive people.... don't worry things will get better.
Love you...
Dad
Hi, Natasha. Your blogs really are a pleasure to read and view. It's like you a bringing us all along with you to these marvelous places, we're riding along in that dangerous taxi, going to cafes and beaches with you....Have a great time in Paris. Grandpa talked to me about how he wanted you to see Paris, so he will be very pleased.
Hi there looks like such a wonderful time. We have not met yet but I am a friend of your mom's. She is so very proud of you. I look forward to meeting you soon. :)
Marci
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