Sunday, September 12, 2010

Volterra - Home to the Volturi


"We may already be too late I saw him going to the Volturi.. and asking to die." - Alice





Dear Georgina,
Take a few deep relaxing breathes before reading this. You might get Jealous.


As you knows Alice takes Bella to Italy to save Edward.

My plan of reenacting this scene was brought to ruin all thanks to the ‘magic of movies’. (I hate you magic of movie)

You can’t replay running through a fountain to stop the love of your life (who thinks you are dead) from killing himself if the fountain isn’t even there!

I was mislead and I feel I have been made to look a fool. However lets look to the bride side. I stood where Edward stood. (Ahhhh)

I love you Edward!

The clock tower

"Go Bella, you have two minutes"


This is where Bella finds Edward.

Movies must be pretty magical to turn this into

into this!


The way out after their 'chat' with the Volturi.

This palace was Amazing!

I survived the sink of terror.

Dear Georgina,

As I climbed the giant rocks that had been made to resemble steps, gasping for air, my cheeks scarlet and burning. All I could think or actually sing was “this is the hardest thing I’ll ever have to dooo…” over and over and over again.

A fence appeared and I clung to it for support. Anything to make the pain in my legs go away.

Then things went from bad


to worse.



NB: Murphy’s Law, If you buy the big bottle of water you wont get thirsty but if you go for the smaller you will have needed the bigger one….

"how much water have you got left?" I asked L

"None."

"What? What do you mean?" I didn't mean to sound so desperate but I just drank my last gulp.

"How much have you got left? L asked me

"None, we aren't going to make" I was so thirsty.


See the desperation.

If you hadn’t already guessed I was hiking through the Cinque Terre national park and it was seriously ‘the hardest thing I’ll ever have to dooooo.’

My legs felt like jelly and I thought I was going to fall off the cliff.

The Cinque Terre is named after its five small villages. Riomaggiore, Manarola, Corniglia, Vernazza and Monterosso. The five villages are linked by a hiking trail, the blue trail that takes about 5 hours to walk.

The first two trails: from Riomaggiore to Manarola and then from Manarola to Corniglia are easy, a leisurly stroll (no chance of breaking a sweat moustache) taken to enjoy the picturesque coastline.

However, the trail from Corniglia to Vernazza was dam hard, probably on account of me being unfit and eating pizza regularly.

The trail from Vernazza to Monterosso – N/A


Tips!

Don’t wear grey.

Do wear sweat bands.

Get the bigger bottle of water.



The beginning on the first trail - AKA lovers lane.



Picturesque ( i stole this word from lonely planet) coastline


Saturday, September 4, 2010

Ahh bless my sunburnt face.



Just wanted to leave you with pictures of where I have been the last four days!


From Avignon; the land of Popes and plays I bring you

The upside down stone elephant!



Among other things.



Palais de Papes - The palace of the popes.
The castle became home to the popes in 1309 when they fled the chaos of Rome.



Aqua Duck: Yes, Quack Quack!

One more pint of Sangria and I was ready to leave Barcelona. Hoping some punk on a bike wouldn’t slash our tires, offer to help and then the next thing we know all our bags are gone! (I read way too many Barcelona horror stories online)

We arrived safe and sound back in France ready for a fun filled month of camping! (Whoop!) Unfortunately arriving late in Aimes meant the supermarket was closed. (the story of our lives) All we had in the car was a packet of 2minute noodles and a tin of baked beans. (This screams adventure) I shot gunned the noodles. A hearty dinner was eaten by all in preparation for a visit to the Roman aqueduct and its stonework.

The Pont Du Gard is the major stone work of a 50 km aqueduct that runs between Uzes and Nimes in the South of France.

Constructed by the Roman Empire in the middle of the first century A.D

Designed to carry water across the small Gardon river valley.

You can still see graffiti left by builders throughout the ages as well as details carved regarding instructions used for construction.







Expectations killed the cat.


If you could be in any city in the world right now where would it be? Most people (if they have been) would answer Barcelona. So I simultaneously put it on my high expectations list and added it to my itinerary.

From the way most travelers talk about Barcelona I somehow imagined it to be a cross between Coney Island, a pristine beach and maybe Rome. (LOL) I pictured La Rumbla (The street with all the attraction) to be horizontal along a boardwalk paved with a pale yellow tile (possibly terracotta) over looking the beach. Loaded with palm trees, sun, performers, sand, tourists, laughter, restaurants and of course sangria.

My imagination got carried away and my expectations were just a little off key. Then came disappointment. My first step was to admit what I had done wrong. The second step was to go back to the hotel for a good night sleep and start again, imagination free with no expectations.

Looking closely Barcelona does have it all. Shopping, sports, bars, restaurants beaches, street entertainers, pickpockets, markets and some amazing architecture. You can even pick up a pet turtle on La rumbla if you felt like it.

However eating on La Rumbla is expensive. Although a jug/pint/glass of sangria shouldn’t be given a second thought, drink it!

(Those wanting to make it yourself I’ll post a recipe shortly)

Sightseeing.

The hop on hop off bus tour has 3 routes. Without looking at a map we jumped on the first available bus. Shortly after our departure we realized we were on route to see a heck of a lot of churches.

Tee Hee.

At this point I was ‘churched out’. I had seen so many churches in the last two months that I stopped going in. So I sat up the top of the double-decked bus surrendering myself to laziness and letting it defeat any desire I may have had to get off my ass. The view was already marvelous enough from where I was sitting. (thank you very much!)


During a quick chat over skype to the lovely Rach, (Barcelona her favourite place) she questioned me.

R: Have you been to the la Sagrada Familia yet? It’s so beautiful and amazing.

L: Ahh maybe I saw a lot of churches from the bus.

R: You would remember it if you saw it. I’ll send you a picture. You have to go.

Within seconds I received a picture

L: Oh yeah I’ve got photos of that. Looks like I have already seen it.

R: It was amazing inside.

Obviously the conversation wasn’t that bland. Rach was really excited at the mention of Barcelona and it’s famous church. Getting her friend in on the conversation, both told me how stunning it is, inside and out!

Now I feel silly for dismissing the La Sagrada Familia as just another church and I regret my actions, just a little bit.

Before bed time I did a Google search of the La Sagrada Familia and it’s creator. Looking through some images and then looking through my own pictures. I realized I was already familiar with the architect Antoni Gaudi. I had photographed and admired his work all over the city.


Casa Mila

Casa Batlo

I couldn’t get my camera out fast enough to photograph Casa Batlo and Casa Mila. I had never seen buildings so unique in design.

La Sagrada Familia and Antoni Gaudi.

18 towers, 12 for the apostles, four for the four evangelists and one each for Mary and Jesus, the Sagrada Familia has been under construction since 1882. Gaudi devoted the rest of his life to his masterpiece.

I don't think my picture gave it justice so I added one from Google.

For someone so talented, unique, loved and admired for his work. He is part of what makes Barcelona so attractive. I found the end to his life story really sad.

In 1962 Gaudi was run over by a tram. Having withdrawn himself from the media and the public eye for so long no one recognized him. He was disregarded because of his frail and ragged appearance. Therefore no one would take him to the hospital. Eventually he was taken to a pauper’s hospital where he died a few days later.



Monday, August 30, 2010

Guess what?

Dear G-or-gina and Popphie.





I am totally going to re enact this.


Edward, don't!


Well well well guess who just realised that parts of new moon were filmed in Tuscany? and guess who will be in Tuscany in about a week?

Me Me MEeeeE!! (and Lachlandia)