Rome
The Colosseum
The Trevi Fountain has long been a
destination for many people in search of love. My friend and I, too, thought
this an appropriate tourist attraction to visit, a worthwhile cause. However,
of course, to be in pursuit of love, one must first find the fountain. This
proved more difficult that we had originally thought.
We reached a fountain that we believed was
the Trevi Fountain. Our thoughts were:
‘Where are the coins?’
We suggested, maybe they clean the fountain
during the winter.
‘Why doesn’t it look like the one in the
movies?’
We suggested that perhaps it was the angle,
or the light.
‘How come there are no tourists?’
It was winter after all.
It took us perhaps 5 minutes for the coin
to drop (pun intended), but I’m sure that you can appreciate our - well, my –
(I think I found this much funnier than my friend) amusement when we figured
out that this was not the Trevi Fountain. It was high fives all round when we
finally made it.
When we found the real fountain, we tossed
our coins, and sat there, eating gelatos, waiting for true love to come our
way. It did – I fell in love with my gelato, and a love more pure you never
saw.
The Pretend Trevi Fountain
The Real Trevi Fountain
(you can see how easy it is to get them confused)
Greece
Greek youths are incredible people. Full of
bright and intelligent questions. Just to give you a taste for their conversation and way of life, my favourite conversation starter this week
was:
‘Are you a Belieber?’
‘Am I a what?’
‘Belieber? Selenator? Lovatic? Smiler?’
Oh. Oh, I see. Right. Such is the life of a Greek youth.
Zumba at a night-club (I was confused too)
The beautiful Pelio Peninsula
Random monastery on a hill
Greece
Out for lunch (but we sat inside)
Have a great Christmas!
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