Ahhhh, Florence. Even though it rained the entire time I was in Florence, this city really got a hold of me. Well, what do you do when it rains? You hit a museum. The Academia was first up, where I got to look into the eyes of Michelangelo's David. Okay, I couldn't exactly look it in the eye, but you get the idea. I had seen pictures of this sculpture before, but was utterly struck by its massive size. I had no idea it was that large, 17 feet tall. It looked so life like. No wonder it is considered a masterpiece. I just stood back in awe for some time, taking it all in.
Next up was the Duomo (the cathedral of Santa Maria), mostly to escape the rain that had started up again, but also to see the famous dome - the first Renaissance dome. It was pretty incredible, I must say. The next morning I took advantage of a break in the rain to wander through the area. Kiosks lined the streets selling wraps, souvenirs, and anything leather - shoes, bags, wallet, jackets, and more. I worked my way down to the Uffitzi Gallery filled with paintings and sculptures by Italian artists. I found a couple of pieces by Titan that caught my eye. I have no idea which ones they were now, because by the time I left most of the pieces were all swimming together in my head. Botticellis was a new Italian artist for me and I found I liked his work, but Raphael's paintings just didn't appeal to me. I don't know nearly enough about art to explain why. Maybe I should learn some more.
Of course, it was raining again so I stopped by Galileo's Science Museum. It gave a chronological view of innovations in science from 1000 to 1900. It was pretty interesting even if I had no idea what most of the contraptions were or how they worked. This museum was an interesting switch from the Uffitzi Gallery, for sure.
I rounded out my trip to Florence with a day trip to Pisa. I couldn't be a "tourist" in Italy without seeing the Leaning Tower of Pisa. I pulled into town and realized there was some sort of big running race going on and the route went right by the tower. I managed to wind my way around the barricades to the tower. I can't believe this thing is still standing. It looks so unstable; it's like an incredible Jenga feat, looking like it could topple over any second, but somehow managing to stay upright.
The views from the top of the tower were Incredible!! That is once you got used to the leaning feeling up top. You could feel the tilt as you walked around the rim of the tower. And the walk down the stairs was a trip! I didn't feel anything going up the stairs, but coming down I felt really off kilter and was a little disoriented by the bottom. I was glad to get my 2 feet on level ground again.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Verona, Italy
Even if there wasn't a real Romeo and Juliet, I had to make this town a stop on my journey. There's not much to the town, just another old time Italian village. But Shakespeare put it on the map and they are milking it for all it's worth. There is a lot more history to this town, but everyone seems comes because of the connection to the star-crossed lovers.
I didn't have a reservation for a hotel, so once I got into town, I took time to wander for awhile. Being mid-December the Christmas markets were up in many of the bigger squares. After about an hour of wandering I settled on a nice hotel by the Roman arena. It was in the old town area and near many sites. After checking in and ditching the pack, it was off to explore a little more before the sun went down. The next day I toured the arena. It was pretty cool, especially if you visualize it in its prime. But I knew I still had the Colosseum in Rome on my list. We will see how this one compares to its big brother in Rome. No comparison, I'm sure, but still a cool experience. I took Rick Steve's guided walk through Verona which took me by the major streets and squares, as well as down some of the more quaint, lesser known streets.
Of course, I had to stop at Juliet's balcony. Legend has it this is the real balcony of Juliet, but there wasn't an official Capulet family in Verona, so who knows? Still loads of tourists come to see the balcony anyways. In the courtyard there is a bronze statue of Juliet. Tradition has it if you rub the breast of Juliet's statue it will help you find a lover. I don't know about that, but it does feel really weird posing for a picture with your hand on the breast of a statue. Can't say I've ever done that before. Oh well, they say "When in Rome, . . . " Wait, I'm not in Rome yet.
I didn't have a reservation for a hotel, so once I got into town, I took time to wander for awhile. Being mid-December the Christmas markets were up in many of the bigger squares. After about an hour of wandering I settled on a nice hotel by the Roman arena. It was in the old town area and near many sites. After checking in and ditching the pack, it was off to explore a little more before the sun went down. The next day I toured the arena. It was pretty cool, especially if you visualize it in its prime. But I knew I still had the Colosseum in Rome on my list. We will see how this one compares to its big brother in Rome. No comparison, I'm sure, but still a cool experience. I took Rick Steve's guided walk through Verona which took me by the major streets and squares, as well as down some of the more quaint, lesser known streets.
Of course, I had to stop at Juliet's balcony. Legend has it this is the real balcony of Juliet, but there wasn't an official Capulet family in Verona, so who knows? Still loads of tourists come to see the balcony anyways. In the courtyard there is a bronze statue of Juliet. Tradition has it if you rub the breast of Juliet's statue it will help you find a lover. I don't know about that, but it does feel really weird posing for a picture with your hand on the breast of a statue. Can't say I've ever done that before. Oh well, they say "When in Rome, . . . " Wait, I'm not in Rome yet.
Venice, Italy
Ahhh, Venice! A place where if you walk anywhere, you know you will get lost, no map gives every street name, most streets change names at random points, and the vapertto can take you up and down the Grand Canal. My first day I took the scenic ride down the canal just taking it all in, then it was off to St. Mark's square and Basilica. I can just imagine the square packed with tourists and music. It is such a different sight in the winter. There were only a few people strolling about and those that were standing were finding patches of sun. I could walk diagonally across the square without running into anyone. You can't do that in the summer!
My next stop was the Doge's Palace - the place where the duke of Italy used to live. The glass chandeliers were like nothing I had ever seen before. Venice is known for its glass making and I can see why. It is just beautiful!
The next day I went to the Rialto Bridge and walked through their open market. Buying food out here is so different. In the States many people go to a big supermarket and get everything they need in one place. Out here the market is filled with individual stands, each one specializing in something. You go to one stand for your fruit and veggies, another for fish, another for cheese, another for meats, and so on. It's like a farmer's market everyday.
Next up was a look at paintings by Bellini and Titian. I am really liking Titian. Then it was off to get lost in the back neighborhoods. Wandering for the sake of wandering which is a little trickier while holding your own umbrella and trying to dodge others' umbrellas down the very narrow alleyways of Venice. I just kept following the crowds of people knowing they would eventually lead me somewhere. And they did, to the bus station. As I spotted the buses and cars, I was hit with how out of place it all seemed. I had just spent the last few days without a car in sight. In Venice, you walk or take a boat, there are no cars. They even have police and ambulance boats, trash barges, boats for freight, and of course the boats for people. I knew this about Venice, but hadn't stopped to put two and two together until I was standing at the bus station. Weird.
While Venice has been amazing, I can't wait to see more of Italy. Verona is next on the list. In the spirit of Romeo and Juliet I had to make this a stop.
My next stop was the Doge's Palace - the place where the duke of Italy used to live. The glass chandeliers were like nothing I had ever seen before. Venice is known for its glass making and I can see why. It is just beautiful!
The next day I went to the Rialto Bridge and walked through their open market. Buying food out here is so different. In the States many people go to a big supermarket and get everything they need in one place. Out here the market is filled with individual stands, each one specializing in something. You go to one stand for your fruit and veggies, another for fish, another for cheese, another for meats, and so on. It's like a farmer's market everyday.
Next up was a look at paintings by Bellini and Titian. I am really liking Titian. Then it was off to get lost in the back neighborhoods. Wandering for the sake of wandering which is a little trickier while holding your own umbrella and trying to dodge others' umbrellas down the very narrow alleyways of Venice. I just kept following the crowds of people knowing they would eventually lead me somewhere. And they did, to the bus station. As I spotted the buses and cars, I was hit with how out of place it all seemed. I had just spent the last few days without a car in sight. In Venice, you walk or take a boat, there are no cars. They even have police and ambulance boats, trash barges, boats for freight, and of course the boats for people. I knew this about Venice, but hadn't stopped to put two and two together until I was standing at the bus station. Weird.
While Venice has been amazing, I can't wait to see more of Italy. Verona is next on the list. In the spirit of Romeo and Juliet I had to make this a stop.
Lyon, France
I got to Lyon during their annual Festival of Lights - a 4-day party filled with lights in celebration of the Virgin Mary. I arrived at the train station, not knowing about the festival, thinking I would just find the metro - not usually hard from the train station - look at the map of the trams, find the one I needed and be off. I had a very limited map of the town, I knew which metro stop I needed, and had walking directions to the hostel from there. I was going to pick up a better map of Lyon at the hostel. That should have been enough, right? Not during the festival, it's not. It took me over an hour and a half to get from the train station to the hostel, including 2 Very Long lines for the Metro, a cabbie laughing when I told him where I wanted to go - they had shut down the center of town and no traffic could go in or out, and yet another long line for the funicular (gondola) up the hill.
By the time I finally got to the hostel, the last thing I wanted was to leave again, but I did need to find some dinner. However, I decided I was done with metros and funiculars for the night. I set off on foot to find a restaurant. I was in luck, there was a good looking place at the bottom of the hill, which meant a walk back uphill after dinner. On the way back, I caught a little piece of the amazing light show. From my spot up on the hill, I could also see the thousands of people that were in town for the Festival. Wow!!
The next day I saw the Notre Dame Basilica in Lyon and The Roman Theatre. They were both pretty cool, but I knew I was off to Rome soon and would see more. Most of my time in Lyon was spent wandering around Vieux Lyon (Old Town) and fighting the crowds. This is what traveling during the summer months must be like. I think I will stick with my off-season travels, thank you! Next stop - Venice!
By the time I finally got to the hostel, the last thing I wanted was to leave again, but I did need to find some dinner. However, I decided I was done with metros and funiculars for the night. I set off on foot to find a restaurant. I was in luck, there was a good looking place at the bottom of the hill, which meant a walk back uphill after dinner. On the way back, I caught a little piece of the amazing light show. From my spot up on the hill, I could also see the thousands of people that were in town for the Festival. Wow!!
The next day I saw the Notre Dame Basilica in Lyon and The Roman Theatre. They were both pretty cool, but I knew I was off to Rome soon and would see more. Most of my time in Lyon was spent wandering around Vieux Lyon (Old Town) and fighting the crowds. This is what traveling during the summer months must be like. I think I will stick with my off-season travels, thank you! Next stop - Venice!
Nice, France
Ahhhh, the French Riviera. Oh, but wait. While on the train this morning, I discovered I left my ipod at the hostel in Carcassonne. I know exactly where I left it, too, on top of the storage cupboard next to the top bunk I was on. Now what? Well, I could have them mail it to Rome - my home base for the holidays, but then I won't have it for the next month and I don't know where I am staying yet in Rome (the nice part of traveling off season, no need to make reservations anywhere). I could just buy a new one, but my itunes is on the laptop in Colorado and my tablet won't let me download itunes, so that means Mom would have to download the music from my laptop to the new ipod and then send that out to me. Or I could spend and extra day taking a train back to Carcassonne after Nice, before I head to Lyon. I decide this is the best option. Now to enjoy Nice.
The hotel I wanted to stay in was closed until January, so I went to the hostel instead, which took me through some rough looking neighborhoods. Not what I would have expected to see in The Riviera. I had envisioned the whole Riviera as a ritzy, glam area. While there is that, for sure, it also has its rough spots. I just made sure to find the bigger streets to get to my destinations after dark.
I took a stroll up and down the main drag which is lined with shops I expected to find here - Hermes, Louis Vuitton, Cartier, etc. Then I headed for the promenade. I walked most of the 4 mile stretch just taking it all in. The beach is very different, all rocks and no sand, so I stayed up on the promenade.
The next day was a day trip to Monaco. I started in the area known as Monacoville (a relation to Whoville perhaps?) where I got to see the Prince's palace, then the cathedral. Yes, I have seen a lot of cathedrals, but this is the one where Grace Kelly wed Prince Rainier. The current prince of Monaco is their son, Albert. I walked through a cool garden on my way down the hill to the waterfront. No beaches here, just a harbor filled with some really big boats. I walked through the Christmas Market on the waterfront. Lots of good food to choose from, then did some people watching at the ice rink that had been set up. There were a few pretty good skaters out there, teenagers mostly, which made me wonder what their school schedule is like, seeing as it was 1:30 on a Wednesday afternoon in the beginning of December and the rink was filled with young teens. Hmmmmm?
Next up was to check out the casino. You can't come to Monaco and not see the casino. Although, due to the dress code (I dressed as nice as I could, but living out of a backpack limits my choices) and the fact that I am not a serious gambler (one look at our friendly poker nights with friends will attest to that) I just stayed in the front area with the slots. Besides, it was way too early for the big spenders to be playing in the back areas anyways. Besides, you had to pay a cover charge to get back there, even just to look around without gambling. After losing my 20 Euros (the limit I had set for myself) I was forced to call it an afternoon and head back to Nice.
Once back in Nice, I took a short stroll down the promenade to watch the sunset. I love seeing sunsets from such wonderful places. The next day it was back to Carcassonne to collect the ipod, stay the night, then head to Lyon, my last stop in France.
The hotel I wanted to stay in was closed until January, so I went to the hostel instead, which took me through some rough looking neighborhoods. Not what I would have expected to see in The Riviera. I had envisioned the whole Riviera as a ritzy, glam area. While there is that, for sure, it also has its rough spots. I just made sure to find the bigger streets to get to my destinations after dark.
I took a stroll up and down the main drag which is lined with shops I expected to find here - Hermes, Louis Vuitton, Cartier, etc. Then I headed for the promenade. I walked most of the 4 mile stretch just taking it all in. The beach is very different, all rocks and no sand, so I stayed up on the promenade.
The next day was a day trip to Monaco. I started in the area known as Monacoville (a relation to Whoville perhaps?) where I got to see the Prince's palace, then the cathedral. Yes, I have seen a lot of cathedrals, but this is the one where Grace Kelly wed Prince Rainier. The current prince of Monaco is their son, Albert. I walked through a cool garden on my way down the hill to the waterfront. No beaches here, just a harbor filled with some really big boats. I walked through the Christmas Market on the waterfront. Lots of good food to choose from, then did some people watching at the ice rink that had been set up. There were a few pretty good skaters out there, teenagers mostly, which made me wonder what their school schedule is like, seeing as it was 1:30 on a Wednesday afternoon in the beginning of December and the rink was filled with young teens. Hmmmmm?
Next up was to check out the casino. You can't come to Monaco and not see the casino. Although, due to the dress code (I dressed as nice as I could, but living out of a backpack limits my choices) and the fact that I am not a serious gambler (one look at our friendly poker nights with friends will attest to that) I just stayed in the front area with the slots. Besides, it was way too early for the big spenders to be playing in the back areas anyways. Besides, you had to pay a cover charge to get back there, even just to look around without gambling. After losing my 20 Euros (the limit I had set for myself) I was forced to call it an afternoon and head back to Nice.
Once back in Nice, I took a short stroll down the promenade to watch the sunset. I love seeing sunsets from such wonderful places. The next day it was back to Carcassonne to collect the ipod, stay the night, then head to Lyon, my last stop in France.
Carcassone, France
There wasn't much to this medieval city, except a long walk uphill to get to the hostel. I walked the walls of the old town, passed way too many souvenir shops, and ate some forgettable food. I stayed in La Cite (the old part of town atop the hill) hoping to get wrapped up in the medieval Renaissance. It didn't work for me. Oh well, it was really just a stop over between Spain and The French Riviera. Maybe I have just seen enough cobbled streets, fortress walls, and stones from the 14th century on this trip. Time to move on to the next town. :)
Barcelona, Spain
Note to self - night trains are better than night buses, but still not all that great. My train car had 2 sets of bunks and nothing else. The bunks were so low that you couldn't sit up, so your only choices were to lie down (for the entire trip) or go to the dinning car. But what to do with your luggage? Leave it and risk it not being there when you return, or lug it with you to the dinning car through aisles that are not wide enough for you to wear the pack which means you are carrying it in front of you. I stayed in the bunk and attempted to read. My neck is a little cramped now.
My hostel said they were on the beach and they are! After finding the hostel and dropping the pack off, it was off to see the city. I strolled through the central square and main street, and sat in the sun at Placa de Catalunya. Evidently this is also where many of the homeless come for sunshine as I saw several throughout the square. Then I strolled through the neighborhoods to the cathedral. The rest of the afternoon was spent sitting on the beach watching the sun go down and trying to avoid the people walking the beach selling sarongs and the Asian women selling massages. I think they were foot and lower leg massages, but I wasn't going to find out. Besides, I think I am beginning to rival Kitty in the leg hair department. :) But I wear pants everyday and the hostel showers are not very conducive to shaving your legs. There are times I fight just to get the shampoo out of my hair, let alone try to shave. Kitty, you would be proud!
The next day was a packed one. Seeing as it was the first Sunday of the month, many of the city's sites were free, which also means they will be crowded. I started with Sangrada Familia (Holy Family Church), which turned out to be my favorite church I have seen. It was mostly built and designed by Antonio Gaudi; this church was different than most of the others I have seen. Most churches are dark and cold and many smell dusty. The Sangrada Familia was bright and warm, very light and modern in design. This is, in part, due to Gaudi's plan for the church. He wanted to incorporate light into the building, in many different ways. And the church isn't even completed yet. Gaudi started it in 1883. The construction continues and is expected to continue for another 25 years. Just amazing! I want to come back when it's finished to see the completed vision.
The afternoon was spent at the Picasso Museum, fighting the long line to get in and the crowds inside. The museum took a chronological look at Picasso and his work. I found I liked Picasso's earlier works, mostly portraits done when he was 13, better than his later work. I guess I am just not one for abstract art.
So, with that, I said Adios to Spain (at least for now), and traveled back to France where another language switch awaited.
My hostel said they were on the beach and they are! After finding the hostel and dropping the pack off, it was off to see the city. I strolled through the central square and main street, and sat in the sun at Placa de Catalunya. Evidently this is also where many of the homeless come for sunshine as I saw several throughout the square. Then I strolled through the neighborhoods to the cathedral. The rest of the afternoon was spent sitting on the beach watching the sun go down and trying to avoid the people walking the beach selling sarongs and the Asian women selling massages. I think they were foot and lower leg massages, but I wasn't going to find out. Besides, I think I am beginning to rival Kitty in the leg hair department. :) But I wear pants everyday and the hostel showers are not very conducive to shaving your legs. There are times I fight just to get the shampoo out of my hair, let alone try to shave. Kitty, you would be proud!
The next day was a packed one. Seeing as it was the first Sunday of the month, many of the city's sites were free, which also means they will be crowded. I started with Sangrada Familia (Holy Family Church), which turned out to be my favorite church I have seen. It was mostly built and designed by Antonio Gaudi; this church was different than most of the others I have seen. Most churches are dark and cold and many smell dusty. The Sangrada Familia was bright and warm, very light and modern in design. This is, in part, due to Gaudi's plan for the church. He wanted to incorporate light into the building, in many different ways. And the church isn't even completed yet. Gaudi started it in 1883. The construction continues and is expected to continue for another 25 years. Just amazing! I want to come back when it's finished to see the completed vision.
The afternoon was spent at the Picasso Museum, fighting the long line to get in and the crowds inside. The museum took a chronological look at Picasso and his work. I found I liked Picasso's earlier works, mostly portraits done when he was 13, better than his later work. I guess I am just not one for abstract art.
So, with that, I said Adios to Spain (at least for now), and traveled back to France where another language switch awaited.
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