As many a thousand words that pictures can tell, I am too lazy to post up any. That is, if I survive through the night and decide to upload photos from the camera to the computer, then from the computer to the camera.
Every country in Europe unveils its own treasures to me as I stroll through their streets, cultures and buildings. When one decides to conclude that all buildings in Europe look alike, and all churches look as grand as they always do, and every white-skinned man eats pasta, we are all wrong. Beneath that generalization, Spain revealed its talents from Gaudi, together with a reunion with familiar faces and new friends when I finally met up with Jayne. The Spanish are amazingly nice - given that we finally had drivers stopping for us at every zebra crossing. Food was cheap (with tapaz costing 1.50Euro each - although I had ENOUGH of bread) and streets were clean and wide.
Travelling is tiring. Fatigue brings about frustrations which unleashes emotional outrage, which probably explains the sombre tone in the previous post. And yes Astri, I'm here on part assignment, part holiday (given that I'm still churning out articles, hehe). Lucky me, I suppose. Seeing Europe has definitely changed my perception of everything else - in a good way, I agree with Miranda. As bad as I am still at reading maps, at least finding one's way around gets easier. Learning 'em languages gets a little crazy though. Just when I mastered enough Italiano to utter a few words to be able to get around, I find myself on a high-speed train to France, and ciao changes to bonjour! in just a few hours. And from bonjour I have to hola! my way around in Spain - at least the culture of kissing when we meet a friend still stays, haha - and so you get it.
'Twas a pity I did no have time to explore the rest of Europe all in this trip - Denmark, Sweden, Holland, Prague etc etc - that would have to wait till...I don't know when. Shopping in Europe makes me wish Singapore's weather allows autumn wear - jackets, turtlenecks, boots yadda yadda...dream on, girl.
Every country in Europe unveils its own treasures to me as I stroll through their streets, cultures and buildings. When one decides to conclude that all buildings in Europe look alike, and all churches look as grand as they always do, and every white-skinned man eats pasta, we are all wrong. Beneath that generalization, Spain revealed its talents from Gaudi, together with a reunion with familiar faces and new friends when I finally met up with Jayne. The Spanish are amazingly nice - given that we finally had drivers stopping for us at every zebra crossing. Food was cheap (with tapaz costing 1.50Euro each - although I had ENOUGH of bread) and streets were clean and wide.
Travelling is tiring. Fatigue brings about frustrations which unleashes emotional outrage, which probably explains the sombre tone in the previous post. And yes Astri, I'm here on part assignment, part holiday (given that I'm still churning out articles, hehe). Lucky me, I suppose. Seeing Europe has definitely changed my perception of everything else - in a good way, I agree with Miranda. As bad as I am still at reading maps, at least finding one's way around gets easier. Learning 'em languages gets a little crazy though. Just when I mastered enough Italiano to utter a few words to be able to get around, I find myself on a high-speed train to France, and ciao changes to bonjour! in just a few hours. And from bonjour I have to hola! my way around in Spain - at least the culture of kissing when we meet a friend still stays, haha - and so you get it.
'Twas a pity I did no have time to explore the rest of Europe all in this trip - Denmark, Sweden, Holland, Prague etc etc - that would have to wait till...I don't know when. Shopping in Europe makes me wish Singapore's weather allows autumn wear - jackets, turtlenecks, boots yadda yadda...dream on, girl.