Thursday, April 12, 2007
"That African island that Italians keep calling Sicily"
Good Morning, Italy!As promised, here we are again...
It seems that lately we are visiting more and more continents... before America, now Sicily...!!
Well, fist of all, check out the pictures in the usual website http://picasaweb.google.com/ellyon17
Then, some description....
It's a bit hard, I don't know where to start. What I think it is important to say before starting is that Sicily is surely seen differently from people who come from abroad and people from Italy. For people coming from abroad (I got some impression from Guus & others) it is exaclty the stereotype of Italy. For people from Italy it is exaclty the stereotype we think others have of Italy and we want to fight with.
What I want to say is that everything is very nice and very folkloristic to visit and to live, but if you come from the same country, you are under the same laws and you live in the same society, you are a bit disappointed and you start to think about all the fines and the taxes you have paid, and that there are not existing... But, after you overpass this first feeling of injustice, you can start to enjoy the sun and the life there. All the good & the bad things you can find everywhere in Italy, there are to the hundreds.... the weather is extremely good, the food is extremely good, the cars traffic is extremely caotic and dangerous, the tendence of ignoring the rules has become a sort rule to ignore the rules, the disorganization has reach the highest levels, but the people is very friendly, after they have understood you are friendly too. From this point of view, it is maybe the opposite then in the Netherlands. Here people are always friendly and kind with everyone, without knowing, but then, to increase the level of the relationship is maybe harder. In Italy, and moreover in Sicliy, people are always diffident at the first sight, but then they are very friendly. I think that the reason is because the society makes you untrustful in respect of other people, because there is no a real society, there is only the rule that you have to think about your own good by yourself, and other may eventually risk your good, so be ready to fight! But then, when you realise that they don't want to damage you, then everybody is your friend. It may seem a good option, but I can tell you that living all your life like this is pretty stressful. And this kind of behaving is quite clear when they are driving: they don't know who's driving the other cars, so they are very much aggressive. But then, of course, there are also quite funny sides of this! One evening (but it was late afternoon more then evening) we were walking arount the very center of Siracusa and we have seen four (four!! 4!! FOUR!) smiling and joyful girls on one scooter.... FOUR ON ONE SMALL TINY SCOOTER!!! Of course none of them had the helmet, but come on, who notice the helmet in such cases?!?!?!?!
In the end, I can say it was a great holiday, I enjoyed it very much, I was maybe too much conditioned by the tendency of comparing it with Trieste (that most of them will keep calling Austria...), but without thinking of it, it was really great!! And, by the way... after 5 days we were there most of the people still didn't believe that me and Ermes were Italians!! They were always trying to speak in English, although their English was most of the time just Italian, but spoken slower... and the fact we were understanding what they were talking about didn't help them in believing we are Italians..... Maybe it's because of our Dutch accent!!
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"that Austrian seaport that Italians keep calling Trieste"
anyway we bought a lot of Sicilian wine, sweets and toppings and I personally lied in a huge amount of marzipan (in a camel way).
footnote: in a fish restaurant in siracusa we attended the waiters offering TYPICAL SICILIAN "cantucci e vin santo" to some naive German tourists... and they: "ahh, cantuccen and vinen santen, i heard about them, yaaaa!"
pour them
ps: going down to Sicily I spent 6 hours walking around in Florence.
It was my first time there and I was amazed.. so, Giulia, if you were thinking to invite me to spend some times there, please don't be shy!
Now we wait for the trip to Pilos (greece). I'm very curious about the special dinner "roast pig, ouzo and octopus". Right on Eleonora, enjoy this holiday!
right.
Here I am all alone again,
lying on our new green couch, eating a kua lapis and sipping my Moscato di Siracusa.
Ele is moving to Pylos for the next 4 days and she's missing the only sunny week in the entire Dutch History; unbelievably the weather here is very nice and people is getting mad: nobody can foresee what will happen mixing together Dutch and Sun...
ok, let me have another glass and leave me get lost in this sweet see...
btw: does "leave me get lost" mean "let me loose myself" or "let me go to hell" ("lasciatemi andare a fanculo")?
"Il leader di Forza Italia ha sottolineato che Putin gli ha riferito come i manifestanti fossero circa 700, a fronte dei 15 mila sostenitori del leader del Cremlino riuniti davanti all'Università. «Gli ho regalato un Dvd della nostra manifestazione in Italia che ha raccolto 2 milioni di persone, e gli ho detto: 'tutt'al più di questo dovresti preoccuparti...'». L'ex premier inoltre ha lasciato intendere che il prossimo vertice di Forza Italia potrebbe tenersi proprio a San Pietroburgo, nel complesso del palazzo di Costantino nel quale è stato ospite del presidente russo. Berlusconi ha detto di essere rimasto particolarmente colpito dal complesso, «che conta venti dacie... le regioni italiane sono 19, una dacia per la presidenza... sarebbe perfetto»."
except that the Italian regions are 20 and not 19...
I LOVE THIS GUY!!!
maybe the guilt is upon the Communists... whoever they are....
fighe le foto della sicilia fa voia de andar (magari de estate)
mi son ancora senza internet, quindi son silenzioso (e tutti: yuhuuu)
e invece: berlusconi con angela del grande fratello!
figo
mz
and everybody: "who the hell is berlusconi???"
Fussi megghiu accussì:
Miiiiiiinchia! Stu paisi, ma quantu beddu è!
~salutamu~
Liddu
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