Ngak sabar nunggu cerita
keindahan Italia dan ketampanan para lelakinya*
*That’s a comment from my friend saying that she is not patient waiting
for my stories on Italy and the good looking Italian men… -J -J
When I was at high school, when cable TV was not popular yet, the most
attractive entertainment was the World Cup. I could stay awake until early
morning watching the soccer match. As it was normally held in June during
school holiday, I did not worry waking up late the next morning. The favorite
teams were of course the German and Italian teams. Some of my friends were
crazy about Argentinian and Brazilian teams too.
When our team lost, we were broken hearted and sad looking at the miserable
faces of our good looking heroes. 1998 World Cup is still fresh to my memory. The
Azzuri lost to Les Bleus in the quarter final by 3-4 in the shootout. It was so
hurtful realizing they did not even go to semi-final! Anyway, since that World
Cup, I found another soccer hero, Zizou… He led French Les Bleus to win the World Cup that year.
Some of my girlfriends are still crazy about Italian soccer players
until now…. It is because of their Italian look-J;
tall, dark hair, dark eyes, their beautiful names, and of course their talents.
High school mindset was still stuck deeply in my subconscious mind on
the day I arrived in Italy. My grown up wish is very simple; to enjoy the original
Italian food and Italian coffee in Italy…
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| Genoa, the pirates boat is across the street in front of our hotel |
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| Transportation in Italy |
While driving along the highway between France and Italy, I acted like
an observer-J
It was a new experience for an Asian girl to be in European highway across the
border…
Road is in good condition, some parts were under maintenance however it
was still smooth traffic in overall. The rest area is available in every 20-30 kilometers.
There are many tunnels and bridges! The more important thing: many snack
corners and coffee places! Cappuccino is my best friend in Italy! Italy is all
about food and coffee… In my case, let’s blame it on the jetlag too.
Thanks to Ms. GPS, her directions led us to Genoa. She screwed up when we were looking for hotel address. We
came to small road, and smaller one, and to pedestrian road… Aarrghhh…
The things-to-do in the tranquil village is to do nothing!
The
small town is to relax, walk around, have lunch at the café with harbor view, look
at the harbor and the entire area…. Please note that this can be done the whole
day, it is such a gorgeous view…
Then
walk again, window shopping and sit again for afternoon coffee/tea or ice cream,
day dream and wait for the sunset.
We
sat at one of the café for afternoon ice cream. The young waiters are friendly. If my girlfriends were there, they might go crazy admiring those two young
Italian guys; they are tall, blonde hair, good body, knee shorts at hips -J Other cute view is the canoeing team at
the harbor who was about to practice...
At
the other café, there was a group of men sitting in one table, smoking,
enjoying wine and chatting loudly in Italian… What a life…
“I am sorry for that lady, her
order does not seem to be right. She has to call the waiter a few times, just
to get the right tea and milk”, I said.
Mr. Right responded “That is the
way to get attention from the cute waiter, dear”. Hahaha… he noticed my
silly observation!
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| Souvenir Shop |
By the way, there are two things in my observation about Portofino and Italy in general:
1-clean public toilet as they are managed by private individual with 1€ fee.
2-parking fee in the official parking lot is expensive. There may be some spaces by the street, but we may not do it or be fined by the police.
Portofino, this lovely fishing
village has inspired people to expand creativity. Tokyo DisneySea in Chiba - Japan has a
re-creation of the sea side town around their harbor. Also, there is a full
scale replication in authentic detail at the Portofino Bay at Universal Orlando
Resort in Orlando - USA.
As it is in my World Cup imagination in the old days, Portofino is a proof that Italy (and Italian)
is bloody damn too beautiful and handsome.
Thanks for dragging me to visit this lovely town (in my jetlag)...
Lanjut…? Next…?
Torre pendente di Pisa (Italian)
The Leaning Tower of Pisa (English)
Menara Miring Pisa (Bahasa Indonesia)
….and a glance of Florence or Firenze in Italian.
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