Day 6!

On day 6 of our Italy adventure we should have visited Florence but there were not enought people willing to pay for this little trip so instead we went to a couple small nice towns where to see a tourist is a rare event and where you can see authentic italian life flowing all around you. As much as I tried, I can't remmember the first little town's name.. But I really liked it. There was a huge market happening through the whole town's main street and the commotion was huge. The market had to offer anything you can think of: shoes, fabric, cheese, fruit, sunglasses.. I even saw a man trying to sell a boat. After walking in that madness of a market (which was really fun, by the way), we slipped into a little old coffee shop to have a cappuccino. That little coffee shop was my favorite part of the trip. The bartender was an old man who did not speak English at all. When my mom tried to order a latte (the coffee) he just simply gave here a glass of milk (latte stands for milk in italian). After a huge laught we managed to communicate enought for him to actually make latte the coffee (tip: it's called latte macchiato). The place itself had an awesome vibe too: the windows were dirty, the sign was old and unclear. I can bet that there were some mice living in the walls. In the next hall of the cofee shop there were a few old men playing cards and loudly joking about something in italian. The bathroom smelled of chlorine and had a door that doesn't lock. If I were to came upon such a place in Lithuania I would imediately leave, but being there, in Italy, the placed looked like magic to me. It was like in the old movies about italian mafia - so so cool. 
 The second little town that we visited is called Arqua Petrarca. It's an old old old little town (from middle ages) which is located on and climbs up a mountain. It was really beautiful and peaceful - it might have something to do about the fact that we visited during Siesta hours. We climbed up and down a few times and then settled in a cute pizzeria for a real italian pizza!

 Italy was a great adventure. I loved  every single minute of it and I still can't believe that I went there. I wanted to go for so long and now finally when I did - it happened so fast that I once again can't believe it actually did happen. I'll never forget this trip, it was magical and out of the ordinary. I think I'll be forever grateful that I had this chance but now I have to go on with my life and get used to it again. We spent the last two days of our trip going back through Slovenia, Austria, Czech Republic and Poland but I was so sad that I barely made any pictures there so that's all of my Italy posts, guys! But I have a lot of new post ideas now. So you'll be seeing much more of me from now on. xx

Day 5: Vincenzo, Podova, Bassano del Grappa

On day 5 we visited 3 different cities. They were all really great and wonderful. I kinda got used to saying that 'that city was beautiful' and 'that other city was beautiful too' and 'that tree is beautiful' about stuff in Italy. But the word 'beautiful' doesn't even start to describe how Italy really looks like. It's beutiful, it's magical, it's wonderful, it blows your mind - that's how Italy is. By saying 'beautiful' I  mean all those great qualities. So yeah, Italy is beautiful.

Olympic theatre in Vincenzo

A basilica in Podova

Me in the basilica's courtyard

An overly photogenic pigeon

"Uno cappucino per favore. Grazie"

I had to take a picture of myself in the most expensive restaurant's bathroom in Podova

A sweet boy bought me a flawor. I don't know why they call Paris the city of love, 'cause all the cities in Italy are the cities of love.

Bassano del Grappa view

Grappa - the traditional alcoholic drink. It tastes really good.

Moonlight in the Adrian sea

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Love, Kamilė

Day 4: Sirmione and Verona

Inspired. Inspired to blog, inspired to cook, inspired to draw, inspired to photograph, inspired to rollerskate, inspired to work out - that's how I felt all the time this week. I came up with a  lot of ideas for posts, I have some new photographs which are waiting to come up to the daylight. But first I have to continue with my Italy posts. Don't worry - there are only 3 posts left! It seems like the whole trip was already ages ago (or at least last year) - I can't wrap my mind around the idea that it was two weeks ago.
For this post I'm sharing photographs from the town of Sirmione, which is probably the most beautiful place I have ever been, the Garda lake and Verona.
Sirmione, which is a neat small town, blew my mind. It was like something you only see on postcards, but never with your own eyes. Insane - that's how it felt going there.
Verona was a whole lot different: it was a big city, with a lot of people going to work in a quick pace. Verona was probably the place where I wanted to go the most before the trip, because I was always fascinated about seeing Juliette's balcony (yup, I'm a closeted romantic) but I can't say that it was all that special. It was okay, but not wow kind of a place. There were a bunch of screaming children and tourists and when I wanted to look closer at the Juliette's statue I had to make my way through a huge crowd of people. We didn't spend much time in Verona and had to head back to our little hotel in Lido di Jesolo for our supper. 
Next stop: Vincenzo, Podova and Bassano del Grappa!

It rained a little when we rode to Sirmione but other than that the weather was perfect

The biggest lake in Italy - the Garda lake - it was amazing being there!

Having a little swim in the lake

Old roman ruins

A little dolphin on the stearing wheel

Fresh lemons

For 3 euros you can buy a little box of fresh fruit - they were the tastiest I have ever tried

I think I'll never get used to the palm trees

Yup.. more palm trees

Italian gelatto - the ice cream isn't famous for nothing

Verona: The entrance to Juliette's courtyard

A wall where lovers from all over can write their love confessions

Juliette's balcony

And of course the famous little ol' gal we all came to see

It was hard to find an empty street in Verona. All the other streets were crowded

 With love
Kamilė