No, no, no! Did I learn anything from horribly burning myself in Mexico for 6 months? Obviously not. I am red. And I hurt. Where are my perfume girls to cover me with their magic creams when I need them?
So we went to Milan and ate at a great Indian restaurant. Then we went to see Mission Impossible 3. In Italian. I liked it, though nothing beats the first one, in my opinion. What I found “Impossible” to understand though was half way through the movie they stopped it for an “inter-Mission”!
A guy wandered down the center isle with a trolley selling popcorn and such, and I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. Vale said “what about if you need to use the toilet?”
“In Canada, we’re all old enough to hold it until the movie is over…”
The next day her mother came up with a good point – Italians smoke. A lot. So they’ve got their own smoke break in the middle of a film. Ugh..
This afternoon on my way to Monza, a girl sat across from me, wearing an “’88 Calgary Olympic Team” sweater. “What a coincidence.” I thought to myself and kept gazing out the window, as I wasn’t really in the mood to start a conversation. A couple stops later a guy sat down beside her, and he was wearing a “Canada” sweater. That’s just creepy. And if that’s not enough, against my better judgement I turned to look at the girl next to me. A “Niagra Falls” t-shirt… Is the universe trying to tell me something? If so, my answer is “No.”
It’s Paola’s birthday, so we headed to their house on the lake and had a BBQ. It’s the first BBQ I’ve ever had that didn’t have hot dogs or hamburgers. And it was bottles of wine littering the tables, not beer cans. (Though I did explain what a “two-four” was.)
It's been one year since I signed onto the Explorer of the Seas, and left my old life behind me. Cu-razy!
I didn't know what I expected from my life a year later, but I'm pretty sure I didn't see myself in Italy. Not that that's a bad thing! It's no secret how much I love it here!
Hello Year Two! What's craziness is on the agenda this time?
We went to Courmayeur with Vale’s parents for the long weekend. The
weather was great for the most part, though one day it rained, though it
wasn’t a bother since I took the opportunity to introduce “Frogger” to
Vale, and she happily hopped her way across roads and logs on my iBook
the entire day.