Life is a little overwhelming right now.
Climbing up the Swiss Alps, barging through the ruins of Rome like 'em Romans do, frolicking up the countryside of Florence and trading my purse for a journey through Venice...
Strutting down the high fashion streets of Milan and Paris, I find myself in silence along the boulevards of Paris. The falling autumn leaves rustle while pigeons that flock the sidewalks shiver with each passing wind; it was cold enough for a trench-coat and a pair of boots - such perfect weather. (except for waking up in the morning, its a bitch)
Switzerland had about the same weather as well, cold and windy thanks to its location mid-way up the mountains. The Swiss loved their cheese, their folks and their life. The Romans were a little crazy though, with bus-drivers who envision themselves to be in a permanent F1 circuit route, and where honking seems to be the norm - to say hello, to scold, to warn, for fun...anything. Florence and Venice...ah, beautiful. These areas were more independent - they had their own culture, tradition and tourist revenues, with the Venetians singing with their gondoles (or gondolas). Finally, Paris and its many "chateaux" were magnificent to admire, most of them Gothic-inspired.
At the same time, I opened my eyes to the discriminatory glances from the different coloured skins. Not that I blamed them much, for being an Asian immediately means Japan or China. More unfavourably, China, for those weird habits of 'em "ching-chong Chinamen" seem to stick out more than ever like a large sore thumb.
Europe threw me off my comfort zone - I lost my own "self" in the blurry midst of trying to find my way in a foreign country, looking out for crooks and most of all, trying to fit in. Nothing I did, nor any decision I made seemed to work out for the best.
I'm still spinning around. I don't know what to expect of myself anymore. I don't know who I am anymore. Hello Europe.
Climbing up the Swiss Alps, barging through the ruins of Rome like 'em Romans do, frolicking up the countryside of Florence and trading my purse for a journey through Venice...
Strutting down the high fashion streets of Milan and Paris, I find myself in silence along the boulevards of Paris. The falling autumn leaves rustle while pigeons that flock the sidewalks shiver with each passing wind; it was cold enough for a trench-coat and a pair of boots - such perfect weather. (except for waking up in the morning, its a bitch)
Switzerland had about the same weather as well, cold and windy thanks to its location mid-way up the mountains. The Swiss loved their cheese, their folks and their life. The Romans were a little crazy though, with bus-drivers who envision themselves to be in a permanent F1 circuit route, and where honking seems to be the norm - to say hello, to scold, to warn, for fun...anything. Florence and Venice...ah, beautiful. These areas were more independent - they had their own culture, tradition and tourist revenues, with the Venetians singing with their gondoles (or gondolas). Finally, Paris and its many "chateaux" were magnificent to admire, most of them Gothic-inspired.
At the same time, I opened my eyes to the discriminatory glances from the different coloured skins. Not that I blamed them much, for being an Asian immediately means Japan or China. More unfavourably, China, for those weird habits of 'em "ching-chong Chinamen" seem to stick out more than ever like a large sore thumb.
Europe threw me off my comfort zone - I lost my own "self" in the blurry midst of trying to find my way in a foreign country, looking out for crooks and most of all, trying to fit in. Nothing I did, nor any decision I made seemed to work out for the best.
I'm still spinning around. I don't know what to expect of myself anymore. I don't know who I am anymore. Hello Europe.