I am pretty sure if you have me on Instagram, you’re sick of hearing and seeing pictures of me in different Italian cities – but I know if I don’t do my blog, my gorgeous friend Cat (who I’m travelling with) and my family will be infuriated – so I must continue. And in the spirit, I will still follow the theme of summing up the places in 3 words. More so I can remember my time there rather than for any logical reading purpose. But please be warned before continuing – these three places weren’t quite as party mad or boy-focused as my time in Milan. So if it’s that you’re after – you’re reading the wrong blog. However, I hope to share some insight on deeper soul-seeking and the lessons I’m learning along the way.
Let me begin with Venice. This beautiful city has been on my bucket list ever since I saw it in a film when I was younger. Mesmerised by the fact you travel everywhere by boat or on foot, I decided that despite it not being on our “Italian west coast” plan – we would make the journey East just to appease me! The train trip was our first in Italy and it went relatively smoothly, despite being perhaps the most hungover two girls in the entire world. The night before had been Cavalli in Milan and we were really suffering. I even made Cat change seats with me so I could travel forward on the train for fear of gipping going backwards!
Walking out of the train station, we were graced by this beautiful sight:
We were told we had to cross the “glass bridge” which we assumed had to be the biggest one. Just our luck! With what felt like 50 steps and 20kg of luggage – we are beginning to get fit!
Having not eaten for the day, due to severe hangovers, we decided to settle for a restaurant right near the “people mover” which would take us over to get the bus to the camp site where we were staying. Yes that’s right, a camp site.
Before I get into that slice of heaven, let me tell you about the best pizza OF MY LIFE.
The first pizza ever here in Italy and it really has set the bar high. With zero expectations due to location and fear of it being a “tourist trap”, this Marinara pizza was worth the 7€ and more!! The waiter was of course the classic friendly Italian too…
Big smiles for the second part of our trip – and look at those suitcases. Just this second Cat has mentioned how strong we are going to be when we return to the U.K and I’m starting to think she might be right!!
When spending hundreds of euros in Cavalli the previous night, I recall a conversation Cat and I had at the bar about how it “okay if we spend ridiculous amounts of money tonight in Milan because we are slumming it in Venice”. I laughed and decided she was right but deep down, I never truly believed that I could ever “slum it”. Especially as I was sipping white wine and Cavalli vodka. Except, little did I know, until the moment I arrived at “Plus Camping Jolly” in Venice how truly hard we were “slumming it”.
This was our home. Riddled with insects and dirt, about 55 degrees in the day and minus 50 in the middle of the night – our little slice of heaven was even inconveniently located on the very outskirts of Venice – requiring two types of transport to even make it to the centre!
We had to share a bathroom and shower room, which was a good walk from the tent, with at least 100 Australian young girls and random families from across the world – all finding the experience of peeing and showering where 500 people had done previously, extremely exciting. I of course, did not. I longed for my amaretto and coke and missed what it felt like to shower alone – without other people’s pubic hair filling the drains and their old wet wipes clogging the pipes. Cry.
However, we tried to make light of the situation (which I will always blame Cat for) and make use of the pool on a sunny Sunday morning.
That afternoon we decided to venture into town and discover a little of what Venezia had to offer.
My first word is bijoux.
I loved how small and quaint Venice was – with its narrow streets, small shops and thousands of canals – it really was the epitome of bijoux. Cat didn’t allow me to forget however that, “Birmingham has more canals than Venice”. And much to my sheer surprise, you can even take a boat in Birmingham to see…. The sights?
The gondolas however start at 80€ for a short trip (around 30 minutes) and despite being two girls travelling with backpacks and in trainers, the mood didn’t really take us to jump on a love boat, paying a fortune to hear a random Italian man whistle as he strains himself pushing the boat along. So we passed.
Instead we headed toward San Marcos square, took in the sights and treated ourself to our very first ice cream in Italy – and boy was it good! And totally deserved.
My second word, which needs no explanation is “canals”. Obvious, huh?
And my third is “tourists”. I thought that Milan would be quite tourist-heavy except it really wasn’t. If you spoke English and English only – you were a minority. In Venice however, if you spoke Italian then you were the minority!! After having such an authentic experience in Milan and partying with the locals, we didn’t get the same friendly feel from Venice. And despite me wanting to go so desperately, I don’t think I will be returning any time soon.
I was looking forward to Bologna with anticipation by this point as two restless nights sleep in a tent had caused us two pamper princesses to go insane – even stealing chairs from the camp site so we can watch some crazy French students play the worst and most inaccurate game of charades ever.
Boom. Looking good!
Packing our bags and saying goodbye was too easy – this time exhausted from no sleep rather than self inflicted pain – we set off for Bologna – to the home of Bolognese!!
Next stop: Bologna.
We got on a slow train from Venice to Bologna which was surprising peaceful and we even managed to get two seats each – which in Italy is the biggest achievement ever. With every train rammed no matter what time and what destination, we weren’t to know then how lucky we really were!
Arriving pretty effortlessly, I was greeted with this at our next accommodation which I believed was the best gift ever. I felt I was staying in 7 star accommodation after the tent, and vogue Italia sealed the deal perfectly. After a quick flick through and a shower, we decided it was time to set about exploring.
With the sun setting on the city – it was of course natural to climb the 483 steps up the Torre Degli Asinelli to see a proper view of the city we will be staying in for a few days.
And 483 steps have never been more worth it. B E A UTIFUL. We loved our rustic town more than we ever thought we would. Except, now we had an appetite and decided to google “best Bolognese in Bologna” and strangely enough it mentioned a restaurant connected to a hotel 4miles away from where we were staying. And so off we went! In maxi dresses and flip flops – we were walking over A roads, down cycle paths, through housing estates, and (my personal favourite) over motorway bridges. Whilst Italians in their cars thought we were crazy, we were getting to know the streets of Bologna like the back of our hands! Despite our craziness.
And I ate meat – despite being a supposed vegetarian and gluten intolerant – I let myself go and ate two things I shouldn’t. Despite it being “meaty” it was an absolute taste sensation. And a dream after such a lengthy walk!!
The next day, despite the day- before’s treck, I convinced Cat to walk the 10 mile hike up to the Sanctuaire Madonna di San Luca. It just so happened that it was 37 degrees and after buckets of sweat later, we arrived and got to see a greener side to Bologna.
With a much needed gluten break and choosing my favourite Salad Sfizosa – I was replenished with goodness and was refuelled once more for the rest of the afternoon.
Oh and I found the birthday cake of my dreams in a nearby shop window. One Chanel cake for the 22nd January 2016 – yes please!
For dinner we went in search for a small snack but decided that we would rather have a mammoth-size piece of pizza from our local around the corner. England, take note. THIS is the size of a piece of pizza.
Bologna was Rustic, Red and full of Bolognese and despite everyone asking “why are you going there”, we really noticed a difference in the type of Italians who housed us. They weren’t as friendly as the Milanese and even were surprised to see foreigners (the white skin gave it away!) in their area. They were subdued and even shy, yet we felt no unease and believed to have settled in rather well by the time it came to leaving. I think we would have been more sad had our next stop not be the beautiful Florence.
Fourth stop: Florence
We had high expectations for this place as everyone everywhere across Italy and England alike had mentioned just how beautiful the city was. After being pleasantly welcomed by our fabulous host – we set about exploring our home for the next few days.
We decided that “all roads lead to the Duomo” and if we were ever lost, look for that as a sign and we won’t be far from home.
And after a good meal of carbs followed gracefully by many-an-amaretto, our tipsy walk home never looked quite as majestic.
We even stumbled upon an outdoor cinema screening a documentary about Japanese author Murakami. Funnily enough, the author I have recently come to love and embrace during my time here in Italia.
Thanks to our host, who also happened to be a photographer out there in Florence, we were given hot tips on which sights to see, museums to visit and local places to eat to really get the Florentian experience! So here are the beautiful sights we got to see along the way:
And of course we had to have a photo from the Ponte Vecchio:
Later we visited Boboli gardens, the perfect location to write my millions of postcards id promised the people I love from back home. The gardens are a must if you visit Florence. You get soaked up in the artist lifestyle watching painters and sculptors alike using their keen eye for detail to produce masterpieces. We were entranced and enamoured by the views and the people we were meeting along the way!
And look at that view. It’s why one of my words for Florence is “love”. And this is where the soul searching began.
I decided to think about love as a perspective rather than a feeling or the chemical reaction it is understood generally to be. In Italy there seems to be more couples than anything else – not to mention the public displays of affection everywhere you turn. Sitting and people-watching the masses kiss and tell eachother how much they love one another, I noticed how time moves on as swiftly as it arrives. And how love forms as quickly as it dissipates. Although we relate love to how we feel about a particular person, in its perspective sense, it can be used for how you feel about a place and a particular feeling. And after a few days in Florence I decided I loved Italy and its people, as much as I thought I ever loved a particular person in the past also.
I suppose in much the same way you love someone because you can be totally at ease with them, that’s exactly how I feel about Italy. It does help when you’re travelling about in the nicest accommodation and going out every evening meeting new and exciting people with your best friend. But I guess a bit of soul seeking I did find is that, love comes when you least expect it and in unlikely forms. Right here, right now I love both my life and my travels here in the best country in the world.
A cheeky phone number and an obligatory night out at the best nightclub in Florence called Flo which overlooks the city is exactly what sealed the deal for us – Beauty was our second world of choice!
And the third had to be memorable because nowhere is quite like Florence. In all its quaint, modest beauty, it will forever resonate in our hearts as the city that taught us to love.
Next stop: Rome.
And as I currently sit here and write, I am sunbathing on our balcony catching the last of the evening Rays. I really don’t think I ever want to come home.
Ciao for now ✌🏼️🙋🏻
MNSFL XOX
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