End of the Rush
Genoa, Italy
Last day in Italy. We stopped in Genoa to eat pesto.
Sorry that lately postings have degenerated into a series of lists. I hope to do better now that our traveling schedule will be slowing down again. In the past three weeks, we crossed Italy north to south three times. I'm a lot bigger than I was at the start of Italy and gelato has been banned from the diet.
Last day in Italy. We stopped in Genoa to eat pesto.
Sorry that lately postings have degenerated into a series of lists. I hope to do better now that our traveling schedule will be slowing down again. In the past three weeks, we crossed Italy north to south three times. I'm a lot bigger than I was at the start of Italy and gelato has been banned from the diet.
posted by Jennifer P. at 7:38 AM
7 Comments:
please. you are supposed to gain weight in Italy. It's the unspoken rule. No Lonely Planet guide will be so honest with you.
Besides, revel in it. Eat nothing *but* gelato. That was my idea at 17.
If I had the metabolism as I did at 17, I would take you up on your suggestion...
I think it would still work. At least it would in July when everything you eat burns off of you in minutes thanks to the heat. Is Italy closer to heaven or hell? It is a question for the ages.
Hey, you are supposed to *lose* weight backpacking in Europe. All that walking & eating creatively cheap means you can splurge on things like gelato & Swiss chocolate. Don't tell me you are failing the backpacking through Europe diet plan Jennifer! I couldn't even keep my pants on by the time I left France.
Wait, that doesn't sound right does it? ;-)
No comment about your pants, mademoiselle.
I only seem to lose weight when travelling in Japan and Turkey. It's a debatable plus side to traveling in non-vegetarian cultures.
Spain would have been a good place to loose some weight if we had stayed longer than three days. We're now in France with Chris's mother and she feeds us every fifteen minutes.
My own pants (trousers for those speaking the Queen's English)are currently of the one-size-fits-all variety. They help accomodate the waxing and waning of veggie cuisine.
Ms. Nola, about your question for the ages... Italy is not uniformly closer to heaven or hell...
Based on Dante's vision of things to come, I'd say that Rome is in a higher circle of paradise than most.
Florence is purgatory. So much time is wasted standing in lines. Yes, you can reserve tickets for museums in advance, but when the advance quotas are already filled...
Assisi is close to heaven, up in the sky where St. Francis' birdy friends fly.
The suburbs of Naples are stereo-typically hellish. The auto-strade tollbooth resembles a gate to hell. Best pizza in Italy though.
ugh. Rome is not close to paradise.
I loved Florence! Especially just walking around at night in the empty city.
Where are you in France? My mother country! Say hello to Paris for me.
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