Friday, September 17, 2010

Bellissimo! (Peaceful easy feeling)

G and me
Went to Italy
Ate a pizza or two
And tiramisu.

Danced late into the night
Saw the late evening light
At Lake Como.
And the Duomo?

Was pure brilliance.

I'm out of rhymes
But the next time
With some patience and wit
I'll try not to look like a giant git!

That, dear reader, is only a little sliver of the craziness that goes on in my head. But not crazy as in I was hallucinating, because we did in fact, totally go to Italy and have a fantastic time.

CC, host and dost (I know, I know. It's dumb. But I don't have the time or the patience to edit that. And that is how it shall remain. So anyway,) was so gracious and he showed us around. In the 3-4 days there, I
  • saw how crazy people are about fashion. And how huge fashion in Milan is (as it should be). After this realization, it struck me how lame most of what I had carried along was in comparison to the swaying, swooshing, kisses-in-the-air smartly dressed (and voluptuously thin) girls there. I will definitely be thinking (and doing) a hell lot more the next time I'm preparing for a trip to Milan.
  • didn't shop the way I might have/should have/could have. My stupid (and excruciatingly painful) white heels were found snapped as I unpacked, which I had barely worn twice. And all over town were these giantesses in beautiful heels, looking so elegant - which made me reconsider wearing heels on a regular basis again (something I've almost completely stopped doing).
  • partied at Just Cavalli, where Hugh Grant was attending too. Apparently.
  • ate genuine Italian pizza at Solo Pizza (twice) and was so tantalisingly delicious, I don't think I can eat pizza anywhere else again. 
Navigli, Milan

  • also ate lots of gelato. And Tiramisu one time (And it was sinful. So sinful.)
  • tried Sushi for the first time ever at a place CC goes to often (and no, I can't explain what CC stands for. Not without blushing, anyway), where he very patiently taught G and me how to eat with chopsticks, which is not easy. Sushi and Goan fish? Very very differently prepared. I think I need to try it a few more times to really start loving it. The seafood soup with sea weed (I bet it had a different name though) was yummy.
  • went to Lake Como which you must visit if you're ever in Italy. And the town of Como too - really picturesque with little alleyways - which were also there in Milan. Along with charming cobbled streets. I felt like I was in a movie.
  • found that the people are warm. And loud. And Italian sounds musical and makes me smile.
  • loved the architecture. And the weather. 

All in all, I am a very content Cyniqueen right now, but as the time to say goodbye to Europe draws to a close, a strange fluttering, squeezing, pounding, rolling feeling sits in my stomach. A hunger stirs, a craving to return growls fiercely. I know now, more than ever before, that I'll be back. Feels good :)

Yours pensively,
The Cyniqueen 


Asphodel said...

I ♥ cobbled streets... It's that Van Gogh painting of the Cafe Terrace that makes ya think high heels + cobbled streets are darn right possible!

My house mate is in Italy since April when she left for 6 weeks heh. I can imagine the charm of the place...

Yes, you will learn to love sushi and may even get wasabi cravings some day down the line :-D Miso soup is indeed yummy!

Cyniqueen said...

Heh, I know. My heels snapped, but at the back of my mind I kept thinking thank God, how the hell was I going to walk all over Milan on these streets anyway?