I quickly glanced at what I wrote yesterday, and you know what? I can't for the life of me remember what the hell I did yesterday after I finished typing! If I repeat myself, forgive me.
I know that one thing I did was go check out the Russian Orthodox church here in Nice. It's supposed to be one of the best examples of its type outside of Russia yadda yadda yadda. It was really pretty on the outside.... And then you pay 3 euros to go in and discover that it's tiny. Like, a single small room tiny. And it's covered in the same art style I left behind in Italy. Doh.
After the church I ended up just moseying around residential areas. It was quite a nice walk because there were no tourists, just people doing their regular thing. I ended up down at the beach again and decided to chill on a bench and people watch.
Now, Italy and France have issues with illegal immigrants, especially those from Africa. Every time I turn around, I seem to be getting accosted by one of them (or some other poor legal immigrant) trying to sell me something or whatnot. (E.g. in Rome they give you a rose for "free" and then ask for money after you take it. Or in Milan they give away "friendship" bracelets... And then demand money.) My new defence is to just talk in a different language until they go away. But I'm in Europe where everyone's multi-lingual! How can I fool them? I talk in Chinese.
While I was on the bench, some random guy (who was probably actually another tourist) came up and tried saying something to me so I tell him (in Chinese), "I don't speak Chinese." (I'm just yammering whatever sentences come into my head.) He tries again in French. Mau says, "I'm going to the train station." He tried for a good five minutes to talk to me, going through every language: French, English, Spanish, he even asked if I was from Holland or Japan! LOL. I'm like, "Get a hint buddy!" Seriously, most people give up after a few sentences, but this guy was persistent! He finally did leave, but now I'm curious as to why the hell he was trying so hard. I watched him walk away, but he didn't try talking to anyone else nearby.
After the beach I moseyed back along the side streets and ended up finding this small grocery store called "Casino." I nearly bypassed it except that I saw melons in its window... I ended up buying myself my dinner, some snacks, and a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon (it cost me less than 3 euros!) I made it back to the hostel and cooked up my food and sat with some random people.
I chatted with an old guy (turns out he and I were in the same room) from Michigan, a 31 year old guy from South Africa, and several Aussies. It was a great evening and we had fun. I'll admit that I was a bit fuzzy from the wine - I caught myself though and forced myself to hold off on finishing the bottle till was I was de-fuzzed.
At 9PM the hostel's patio was closed and we all got turfed out. I met up with another group of people and we ended up going to the beach together to chill out. It was great - first we went to this bar called Wayne's and then we gave up on that and went to flop out on the rocks. We were there till nearly 1:30AM before we ventured back to the hostel.
I felt bad upon entering the hostel room - normally I'm the first one in the room at night so I don't disturb people. This time though, I was the last one in and I had nothing laid out so I was rummaging through my bags, using my cell phone as a light source because we only have 1 big overhead light, etc. However, apparently I didn't wake anyone up because they were already awake... The old guy from America snored like a chainsaw. No. Louder than a chainsaw. The first night in my hostel, I was the first one in and I slept with my earplugs like normal... This guy managed to wake me up from a sound sleep with his snoring even with my earplugs in! It was one of those snores that you can feel through the vibrations in the floor! Egads! Thank god he's gone today.
The group of people I partied with last night agreed to meet up at 9:30AM to go to Monaco. I woke up late and didn't see anyone so I ended up going to the city on my own. (I'm not disappointed - it's easier to see things on your own than coordinating a group.) I think the police were doing some kind of sting on the train through - 6 police men were going from car to car and checking the ID on certain passengers... Mainly older men or immigrant looking people. It was neat to watch because they were deadly serious.
Anyways, I got to Monaco and upon first sight of the city and the water I formulated my new life plan: Find and seduce Monaco's prince (age is not a factor) and live the good life forever and ever. Seriously. Monaco is even more picturesque than Nice. Mind you, it's on the side of a cliff, so walking around (err, up and down I should say) is a real bitch. Especially in the humidex of 35 degrees! I'm a bit bitter because it wasn't until on my way home that I discovered this whole underground AIR CONDITIONED pathway that leads directly to the train station... I had walked up and down instead. :(
The only things I did in Monaco were to go see the Exotic Gardens and the Aquarium. The gardens were tres cool. They were full of cacti! Like, huuuuuge cacti! It was awesome! You also got to go for a tour of a cave that was there, and that was cool too (both literally and figuratively - it was 18.5 degrees in the cave. Can we say heaven?) The only bitch was the 300 steps to get down... Which you then had to climb up again to escape the cave.
After the gardens I ventured down the cliffside (huzzah for public elevators!) and climbed Monaco-ville so that I could visit Monaco's aquarium. I had fun there - it's such a nice change from churches and museums, etc. It wasn't an overly fantastic aquarium (I think Vancouver's has been the best I've seen) but it was a nice change.
Other than those two things I didn't do much. I walked back to the train station and found two of the guys from the beach the previous evening (they left later than planned, so I'm glad I didn't wait around!) and we headed back to Nice together. I kind of wish that I had walked up to Monte Carlo, but there's a dress code there... And it's up. Like, a long walk up the cliff up. And I was already glistening with sweat. And I don't need to justify myself anymore.
So now I'm at my hostel contemplating what to eat for dinner. I can't remember where the store I bought my dinner at yesterday is, and I'm really hungry right now. Ugh. I can't wait to set up shop at Agnes' apartment. Or hell, I can't wait to return to Canada where I'll be able to cook on my own!!!
6 days left...
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Nice is nice and other lame jokes
Wow. My train ride to Nice was both great and terrible all at once. It was terrible in the sense that it was slow - we stopped at every town along the route practically. It was also ridiculously hot on the train. Like, "I'm going to puke because it's so humid in here" hot. Italy, if I haven't mentioned it, has apparently not discovered the joy that is AC. Few of its buildings, buses, or subways have it. Neither did this train. Also, the train was one of those funky ones where's there's a hallway to one side of the train and compartments for 6 people on the other side... And Mau was stuck in the middle of the 6 other people. (Especially awkward since I was the only non-Italian speaking person.) There was a bit of AC on, but not enough to help being surrounded by people. And, because my other trains have all had AC blasting, I decided to wear my jeans and longer shirt so that I wouldn't be as cool this time. The joke was on me I guess. It did get a bit better as time went on and people came and left the room - I got to move into a corner seat nearer the AC vents, but I might as well have stayed in the same spot for all it did.
As for the great part of the train ride - that was the scenery. I had assumed that the train would wind its way through the Alps to its destination... However, instead it wended (is that a word?) its way along the Mediterranean coast. It was so gorgeous and picturesque! Any picture you've ever seen of the Italian/French coast really IS as pretty as it looks!
After getting off the train I checked into my hostel. It's not the nicest I've been in, but I have to admit, my Florence hostel has spoiled me. My room mates were apparently slobs since they left their crap scattered around the room and it smelled in there... I don't know if the smell was from them or the AC because they've left and the windows are open now, so the smell is gone.
Anyways, priority number one upon arriving in Nice was to find the beach. I can't go swimming because I have no one to guard my stuff (one of the bad things about travelling on your own), but I can still enjoy the ambience. While walking to the beach the first thing I noticed is that I feel infinitely more comfortable in Nice than I did anywhere else in Italy. I strongly suspect that it's because I can speak the language. It's such a relief not to have to struggle to know what the hell's going on, or to be able to ask for directions, etc.
Also, it's also a relief to walk on streets that are FLAT and PAVED. Cobblestones are cute and all, but I'm tired of nearly breaking my ankle anytime I step outside the hostel. LOL.
Anyways, Nice is very very picturesque - it looks EXACTLY like the pictures and TV shows show it as. However, the one surprising thing is that the beach isn't sandy - it's covered in rather large rocks/pebbles! Like, golf ball size and larger.... So not the best place to go if you want to flop out on a towel. There are people who do so anyways. I've seen quite a few boobs since being here and that doesn't bother me. What bothers me is just how tanned people are - some white people are now BROWN. It's disgusting! Haven't they heard of sun block or skin cancer?! I'm honestly revolted when I see some of them.
The only thing I did yesterday was wander the beach, watch the sunset over the mountains, and then eat dinner.
Today I started off early by wandering the beach again and climbing the Castle Lou. Now, apparently Nice averages 300 days of sunshine a year. Apparently today is day 301. It was so cloudy this morning, and, while it was still cool, the clouds trapped the humidity making it hotter than hell! Castle Lou was anti-climatic... The hillside is covered in beautiful palms, pines, and cacti... Cacti? Yes. There is a surprising number of cacti here in Nice and along the coast. I'm rather enthralled by them. LOL. I also checked out a famous cemetery here (although it wasn't as impressive as the one in Milan). Otherwise, the only other thing I've done today is grabbed lunch and eat in a small plaza.
On the way back to the hostel (I had to change out of my jean capris, it was too bloody hot) I got a bit lost and had to ask for directions. I received several compliments on my accent. Yay me!
I have to admit, the allure of my trip is winding down. I'm getting tired of living out of a backpack and trying to find out where to eat each day. (Nice is effin' expensive - 17 Euros for a meal? No thanks!) I doubt I'd ever do such a long trip on my own ever again. I'm kind of counting down until I get to come home.
That being said, don't get me wrong. I'm so glad that I've come here, but as I've joked to everyone else at one time or another, I left my heart in Asia. I really do prefer Asia to Europe so far. I feel more comfortable, safety-wise, here than I did in Asia, but Hong Kong and China were so much more exciting and interesting than here. I was talking about this with Li Min before leaving Milan and it's as true now as it was then.
7 days till I come home!
As for the great part of the train ride - that was the scenery. I had assumed that the train would wind its way through the Alps to its destination... However, instead it wended (is that a word?) its way along the Mediterranean coast. It was so gorgeous and picturesque! Any picture you've ever seen of the Italian/French coast really IS as pretty as it looks!
After getting off the train I checked into my hostel. It's not the nicest I've been in, but I have to admit, my Florence hostel has spoiled me. My room mates were apparently slobs since they left their crap scattered around the room and it smelled in there... I don't know if the smell was from them or the AC because they've left and the windows are open now, so the smell is gone.
Anyways, priority number one upon arriving in Nice was to find the beach. I can't go swimming because I have no one to guard my stuff (one of the bad things about travelling on your own), but I can still enjoy the ambience. While walking to the beach the first thing I noticed is that I feel infinitely more comfortable in Nice than I did anywhere else in Italy. I strongly suspect that it's because I can speak the language. It's such a relief not to have to struggle to know what the hell's going on, or to be able to ask for directions, etc.
Also, it's also a relief to walk on streets that are FLAT and PAVED. Cobblestones are cute and all, but I'm tired of nearly breaking my ankle anytime I step outside the hostel. LOL.
Anyways, Nice is very very picturesque - it looks EXACTLY like the pictures and TV shows show it as. However, the one surprising thing is that the beach isn't sandy - it's covered in rather large rocks/pebbles! Like, golf ball size and larger.... So not the best place to go if you want to flop out on a towel. There are people who do so anyways. I've seen quite a few boobs since being here and that doesn't bother me. What bothers me is just how tanned people are - some white people are now BROWN. It's disgusting! Haven't they heard of sun block or skin cancer?! I'm honestly revolted when I see some of them.
The only thing I did yesterday was wander the beach, watch the sunset over the mountains, and then eat dinner.
Today I started off early by wandering the beach again and climbing the Castle Lou. Now, apparently Nice averages 300 days of sunshine a year. Apparently today is day 301. It was so cloudy this morning, and, while it was still cool, the clouds trapped the humidity making it hotter than hell! Castle Lou was anti-climatic... The hillside is covered in beautiful palms, pines, and cacti... Cacti? Yes. There is a surprising number of cacti here in Nice and along the coast. I'm rather enthralled by them. LOL. I also checked out a famous cemetery here (although it wasn't as impressive as the one in Milan). Otherwise, the only other thing I've done today is grabbed lunch and eat in a small plaza.
On the way back to the hostel (I had to change out of my jean capris, it was too bloody hot) I got a bit lost and had to ask for directions. I received several compliments on my accent. Yay me!
I have to admit, the allure of my trip is winding down. I'm getting tired of living out of a backpack and trying to find out where to eat each day. (Nice is effin' expensive - 17 Euros for a meal? No thanks!) I doubt I'd ever do such a long trip on my own ever again. I'm kind of counting down until I get to come home.
That being said, don't get me wrong. I'm so glad that I've come here, but as I've joked to everyone else at one time or another, I left my heart in Asia. I really do prefer Asia to Europe so far. I feel more comfortable, safety-wise, here than I did in Asia, but Hong Kong and China were so much more exciting and interesting than here. I was talking about this with Li Min before leaving Milan and it's as true now as it was then.
7 days till I come home!
Monday, June 15, 2009
Drunk in Milan
Note: This blog entry was started while I was in Milan but I didn't get around to finishing it.
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Wow, I seem to have discovered a partial love for wine since arriving in Milan... 2 bottles in 2 nights (with the help of Li Min) and I just bought a third for tonight. Is it normal for your face to be numb before going to bed?
Milan has been a great break in my vacation. I've barely done anything since arriving here on Saturday. I've done some half-assed touristy things with Li Min, and today was my day to hit the "sights," but honestly, Milan is rather dull!
On Saturday I arrived at 11:30 and met up with Li Min. We haven't seen each other since April 2006 when I left Hong Kong. It's crazy how time flies. I got settled into her apartment and we ended up going out for a walk. Mainly this was time for her to acquaint me with the transit system since getting to her apartment from the train station requires taking a subway and bus.
The weather was ridiculously hot and humid. We ended up going to an aquarium (suggested by Alyssa) and then walking around a local park. There was some kind of big fitness expo going on in the park - and I felt like collapsing while watching the people. There were multiple exhibitions where people were exercising in the park - in the full sun. There was spinning, aerobic dancing, etc. I was sweating just watching them! There were also lots of booths promoting health products, healthy living things, etc. I was also amused by the Hare Krishna parade that was jumping around handing out free cookies. We ended up coming back to the apartment and watching movies and drinking wine.
The next day we lazed around (again, it was deadly hot) until nearly noon. Then we forced ourselves to go out and check out a famous Italian cemetary - it was famous because the graves are so ornate and crazy. Seriously, these weren't just plaques and markers - there were giant obelisks, sculptures, crypts, etc. I'm rather taken aback by how much money people put into them. It was also interesting seeing what meant what to different people - like, why did Mr. So and So and his family want a sculpture of a fake mountain with two ox and farmers to mark their grave?
After the cemetary we wandered over to Milan's canal (who knew Milan had a canal) and got some gelato. We really had no interest in doing anything but were forcing ourselves to go out. The area was rather boring though because it was Sunday and all the stores and restaurants were closed. We gave up, went to the grocery store and bought some more wine. Siestas, reading, and movies ensued.
Today Li Min had to go to school so I ventured out to do some sight seeing. I went to Milan's Duomo. Wow. It's crazy to look at! It's done in the "gothic" style and there's no mistaking it. It is so ornate and "lacy" looking! The inside, if there weren't so many people and lights, would be creepy because it's really dark and there's no painting or frescos really... It's just a giant stone interior. The other churches I've seen have had lots of colour and warmth, but this one felt a bit foreboding.
After the inside of the church, I chose to pay 5 Euros to climb the steps to its roof. (Ugh, such a long climb! And in the heat! But I was too cheap to pay 8 Euros for the elevator! LOL) The roof was awesome because you got a great view of Milan and you could see the details of the sculptures up close. My only issue was that my view kept getting obscured by my sweat!
I then moseyed through Milan's Galleria (I think its official title is something like "Vittorio Emmanuele Monument") - an old building that looks like a train station and had Prada next to a sport store and across from McDonald's... You get the idea. Outside of it, I sat next to a monument dedicated to Da Vinci and other scientists from Milan. I was trying to find the Scala (Milan's famous opera house)... I walked in circles for like 5 minutes consulting my map only to realize that I had been sitting across from it the entire time! The Scala, one of Milan's only claims to fame, is such a boring building!
After my various mishaps I wandered around some of the other famous streets and found a vendor to buy a panini from. I ended up chilling in a big pedestrian area and then went for some gelato... Or at least, I was going to, but when I saw that the prices were like 10 Euros for an effin' cup of gelato, I had to walk away!
By this point I was really lazy and just wasting time till I could go back to Li Min's. I ended up walking through an old castle ("castello") and returning to the park we had been at that weekend until it was time to return. However, I got a bit lost on my way home - I couldn't find the bus stop! I knew the bus I had to take had its route diverted due to construction, but I didn't realize that it was diverted away from the area I was currently in. I ended up walking around for like half an hour before I called it quits, took the metro to a station where I knew the bus stop was and finally made it back to Li Min's.
For people interested in visiting Milan, I'd recommend not bothering. With the exception of the duomo and an opera if you're interested, there's nothing to do! I did enjoy hanging with a friend and having no obligation to go out and sightsee!
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Wow, I seem to have discovered a partial love for wine since arriving in Milan... 2 bottles in 2 nights (with the help of Li Min) and I just bought a third for tonight. Is it normal for your face to be numb before going to bed?
Milan has been a great break in my vacation. I've barely done anything since arriving here on Saturday. I've done some half-assed touristy things with Li Min, and today was my day to hit the "sights," but honestly, Milan is rather dull!
On Saturday I arrived at 11:30 and met up with Li Min. We haven't seen each other since April 2006 when I left Hong Kong. It's crazy how time flies. I got settled into her apartment and we ended up going out for a walk. Mainly this was time for her to acquaint me with the transit system since getting to her apartment from the train station requires taking a subway and bus.
The weather was ridiculously hot and humid. We ended up going to an aquarium (suggested by Alyssa) and then walking around a local park. There was some kind of big fitness expo going on in the park - and I felt like collapsing while watching the people. There were multiple exhibitions where people were exercising in the park - in the full sun. There was spinning, aerobic dancing, etc. I was sweating just watching them! There were also lots of booths promoting health products, healthy living things, etc. I was also amused by the Hare Krishna parade that was jumping around handing out free cookies. We ended up coming back to the apartment and watching movies and drinking wine.
The next day we lazed around (again, it was deadly hot) until nearly noon. Then we forced ourselves to go out and check out a famous Italian cemetary - it was famous because the graves are so ornate and crazy. Seriously, these weren't just plaques and markers - there were giant obelisks, sculptures, crypts, etc. I'm rather taken aback by how much money people put into them. It was also interesting seeing what meant what to different people - like, why did Mr. So and So and his family want a sculpture of a fake mountain with two ox and farmers to mark their grave?
After the cemetary we wandered over to Milan's canal (who knew Milan had a canal) and got some gelato. We really had no interest in doing anything but were forcing ourselves to go out. The area was rather boring though because it was Sunday and all the stores and restaurants were closed. We gave up, went to the grocery store and bought some more wine. Siestas, reading, and movies ensued.
Today Li Min had to go to school so I ventured out to do some sight seeing. I went to Milan's Duomo. Wow. It's crazy to look at! It's done in the "gothic" style and there's no mistaking it. It is so ornate and "lacy" looking! The inside, if there weren't so many people and lights, would be creepy because it's really dark and there's no painting or frescos really... It's just a giant stone interior. The other churches I've seen have had lots of colour and warmth, but this one felt a bit foreboding.
After the inside of the church, I chose to pay 5 Euros to climb the steps to its roof. (Ugh, such a long climb! And in the heat! But I was too cheap to pay 8 Euros for the elevator! LOL) The roof was awesome because you got a great view of Milan and you could see the details of the sculptures up close. My only issue was that my view kept getting obscured by my sweat!
I then moseyed through Milan's Galleria (I think its official title is something like "Vittorio Emmanuele Monument") - an old building that looks like a train station and had Prada next to a sport store and across from McDonald's... You get the idea. Outside of it, I sat next to a monument dedicated to Da Vinci and other scientists from Milan. I was trying to find the Scala (Milan's famous opera house)... I walked in circles for like 5 minutes consulting my map only to realize that I had been sitting across from it the entire time! The Scala, one of Milan's only claims to fame, is such a boring building!
After my various mishaps I wandered around some of the other famous streets and found a vendor to buy a panini from. I ended up chilling in a big pedestrian area and then went for some gelato... Or at least, I was going to, but when I saw that the prices were like 10 Euros for an effin' cup of gelato, I had to walk away!
By this point I was really lazy and just wasting time till I could go back to Li Min's. I ended up walking through an old castle ("castello") and returning to the park we had been at that weekend until it was time to return. However, I got a bit lost on my way home - I couldn't find the bus stop! I knew the bus I had to take had its route diverted due to construction, but I didn't realize that it was diverted away from the area I was currently in. I ended up walking around for like half an hour before I called it quits, took the metro to a station where I knew the bus stop was and finally made it back to Li Min's.
For people interested in visiting Milan, I'd recommend not bothering. With the exception of the duomo and an opera if you're interested, there's nothing to do! I did enjoy hanging with a friend and having no obligation to go out and sightsee!
Friday, June 12, 2009
Sights in Siena
Holy mackerel! If someone had told me that Siena was mountainous, I might have reconsidered going! In short, this city was fabulous! I barely did anything, but it was better than Florence in my opinion!
I got up early, got to the bus station, bumbled through buying a ticket and managed to be on the road by 9:15AM! The scenery was so nice on the ride over. I kept "oohing" and "ahhing." And then I had to sit back and ask, "What makes this place so much better than Canadian scenery?"
When I honestly thought about it, the answer is nothing! The main differences between Canadian (or at least Ontarian) scenery and that of Tuscany is that Tuscany has much more hills - and more dramatic hills at that. Also, any houses that do appear in the fields have the generic terra cotta roofs and the same look to them. Finally, the cypress trees line the roadways, and let's face it, cypress trees look too cool for school! I have to admit that I was surprised at how many trees (trees in general, not cypress trees) there were. I'd have pictured Italy with fewer of them considering how long people have settled there. This was not the case. Anyways, I think I enjoy Canadian and Tuscany scenery equally. That being said, I didn't see any of the real stereotypical Tuscan scenery (e.g. fields of sunflowers, etc.). I may have to revise my opinion if I catch sight of some.
One amusing anecdote I'd like to share is that on my ride there I was oggling all the houses/villas. The bus went by one and I just absorbed all the cypress trees lining the roadway, the beautiful green grass, etc. It looked so majestic! My first thought was, "Oooh, what a pretty villa! I want to stay THERE the next time I'm in Florence!" ... And then I found out that it was a cemetery.
Siena itself was gorgeous. As I've already mentioned, it's very hilly. Like, steep hills. Like, really steep hills. It's very medieval - much more medieval feeling than Florence. I bought a useless map and ended up following the tourist signs around. By total accident I found the major hot spot of Siena, a half-shell shaped piazza. It was pretty... But I don't really get the appeal. It's just a giant bricked over area with no shade from the sun in front of a clock tower.
I ended up moseying over to Siena's Duomo. Wow, this one was much much nicer than the one in Florence! Much more ornate and pretty. I think this might be my fave church after St. Peter's! It's just so humbling to realize that you're walking around in a building that was built in the 12th to 13th century! Crazy! Another reason I enjoyed my trip there was because there were people working, restoring and repairing the church. There was an old guy and another man hunched over some tiles on a section of the floor - either a tile had come loose or had totally come off, so they were repairing it. It was fascinating to see how long the process took to put the tile back into place! (The tile was only about the size of my hand.) In another section, workers were washing the walls that had a gazillion details. The one woman was using an enlarged cotton swab to wipe the dirt away and it was a) crazy to see how much dirt came off, and b) interesting to see the care she has to take with the swab, the water run-off, etc.
After the Duomo I realized I was kinda hungry so I wandered around and found myself at the Piazza again. I ended up deciding to splurge on my lunch and ate at a totally touristy trattoria.
A note on dining in Italy. I'm thoroughly confused as to how local Italians eat at restaurants. I realize they have more money to spend and thus aren't paying as much attention to prices as we tourists, but the whole dining experience for me is so confusing. Italian menus are divided up into several sections which translate to: Appetizers, First Plate, Second Plate, Third Plate, Sides, and Desserts. (Somethings "plate" can be switched with the word, "course.") When I first arrived, I was horrified, thinking that I'd have to order one item for each "course!" Plus, I was intimidated by the appearances of the restaurants because they all, even their patios, have wine glasses, cloth napkins, pretty tablecloths, etc.
Back to the menus... Usually first plate consists of pastas, etc. However, 2nd plate is usually meats... And only meat. E.g. Today I ordered a 2nd plate of pork and all that came on that plate was a huge chunk of pork tenderloin that was cooked with some kinda cheese and pastry crust. (I thought I was just getting a filet!) So if you want something other than meat with your meal you have to order a side too. I ordered a "green salad" with my meal for 4 Euros. Guess what I got? A plate of lettuce. Yes. I paid 4 Euros, that's $6.25CAD, for a fucking plate of lettuce. I don't think I need to vociferate on this anymore. So my point is, how does someone go out for a meal on their own? I only splurged because I feel like I'm going to get scurvy for not eating vegetables! I could have ordered "baked vegetables" at the restaurant, but it would have cost 7 Euros. That's insane!
One other difference with restaurants is that in Italy, you have to ask for the bill. They'll never bring it on their own. Also, they always bring your bill to you on a small dish. I think that's cute.
Anyways, after my exorbitant meal (which I enjoyed despite my bitching), I headed back to the duomo because I had paid for an all inclusive ticket - it got me into the Duomo itself, the museum, the crypt and the baptistery. The crypt wasn't really a crypt - it was an even older museum that was discovered during renovations. It was kinda cool because the walls were preserved because it had been buried under debris for so long. There wasn't much to the rooms, but it was neat to see something even older than the church above it. I also poked into the Baptistery, but it was really nothing - it was just like another portion of the Church, but apparently the bapistizing font there is really famous.
The coolest part of my inclusive ticket was getting into the museum. The museum itself wasn't interesting, but on the top floor you could ascend some stairs to get on to the museum's roof. The museum was housed in an old old building, so the stairs were stone, narrow, and steep as hell. To be honest, I was kinda afraid on them! If you met anyone going down while you were going up, you'd have to backtrack because there was no space to pass each other. If you fell, you'd roll like 2 flights down and probably have multiple broken bones. The view from the top was amazing! However, even better, you could ascend a SECOND set of stairs (equally terrifying and claustrophobic) and get to probably the second or third highest views in Siena! (First probably being the duomo's tower and the other being the clock tower.) You could see the entirety of Siena and even into the countryside beyond. So gorgeous! I took a zillion pictures and tried to get a video, but I don't know if the latter worked.
(Ugh, there are 2 spanish chicks talking to each other beside me but it's more like yelling with their volume level.)
By the time I had finished all of the above it was getting late in the afternoon. I just wandered the streets, admiring the views. I got some gelato (turns out the stuff I had earlier was hazelnut, not walnut) and wandered towards San Francesco's Basilica. Because I still had gelato, I didn't go inside the church. (Plus at this point, I could care less about seeing another church - I've been in more churches in the past 6 days than I have in the past 24 years.) I ended up finding a series of escalators that randomly led down the mountain and from there, I climbed back up via a different route. LOL. It was the steepest climb yet, but still pleasant because there were no other tourists around.
By 4ish I was ready to go back to Florence but I missed the bus and had to hang around. In the meantime I wandered a bit more, but then Mau's colon knocked on her backdoor. If you don't feel like reading about my anatomical exploits, stop reading here and skip over the next paragraph.
Ugh. So I felt a bout of diarrhea coming on and had to use the bus station bathroom. First of all, it's .50 euros to use the toilet there, and it's like a vending machine - you insert the money and can get past the gate. Seriously, half the museums in Italy don't have this much security. After the gate, there's an open room with a guy sitting at a desk. Guys go to the left, women to the right. But it's still pretty much a giant open room with separate stalls - e.g. the moment you exit your stall (more like a small closet), you can see the guy at the desk. I enter my stall. Oh god. There's no seat. Oh god. It's dirty. Oh god, I'm going to shit myself. I can shit while on a squatting toilet. I can shit while on a sitting toilet. What I can't do is shit while hovering over a toilet with no seat. I do the best I can and decide to just exit the stall and finish off the job in another stall... I do that (feeling very self-conscious because there's no way Mr. Desk can't hear my sound effects) only to find that the other stalls are all closed and occupied. God dammit! Can't I catch a break? I ended up re-entering my stall and lining the rime with toilet paper and doing the best I can. Ugh. I felt like scraping my ass with sandpaper by the time I was done. GROSS!
After my toilet exploits it was time to hop on the bus. Ugh. The bus we were on was a double decker style and I decided I wanted a good view so I chose the top... But the bus wasn't running, the AC wasn't on, and it was a veritable fucking sauna up there. Seriously, I had sweat literally pouring off me until the bus started. And then, god, you'd think I'd be smart enough to think this stuff through - I accidentally chose the side of the bus that was in the sun (and it was too full to switch to the other side). I chose that side of the bus thinking, "Well, the people on this side this morning had the sun, so on the way back there shouldn't be any." I forgot to account for the fact that oh yeah, the sun moves across the sky during the day. Fail Mau. Epic fail.
I made it back to the hostel by 7 and met a new roommate who's from Whitby! We ended up going for dinner together and sat chatting with a bunch of other Canucks. I can't believe how intensely they argued over the facts about zombies. Seriously. We talked about Zombies. It was fun but weird as fuck.
Now I'm just chillin' - everyone out drinking I think but I have no interest in doing so. I'm pretty wiped from climbing hills all day and I've gotten my first blister (on my baby toe no less!). I'm getting up early tomorrow to catch the 9:19AM train to Milan whereupon I meet up with Li Min! So excited!
I got up early, got to the bus station, bumbled through buying a ticket and managed to be on the road by 9:15AM! The scenery was so nice on the ride over. I kept "oohing" and "ahhing." And then I had to sit back and ask, "What makes this place so much better than Canadian scenery?"
When I honestly thought about it, the answer is nothing! The main differences between Canadian (or at least Ontarian) scenery and that of Tuscany is that Tuscany has much more hills - and more dramatic hills at that. Also, any houses that do appear in the fields have the generic terra cotta roofs and the same look to them. Finally, the cypress trees line the roadways, and let's face it, cypress trees look too cool for school! I have to admit that I was surprised at how many trees (trees in general, not cypress trees) there were. I'd have pictured Italy with fewer of them considering how long people have settled there. This was not the case. Anyways, I think I enjoy Canadian and Tuscany scenery equally. That being said, I didn't see any of the real stereotypical Tuscan scenery (e.g. fields of sunflowers, etc.). I may have to revise my opinion if I catch sight of some.
One amusing anecdote I'd like to share is that on my ride there I was oggling all the houses/villas. The bus went by one and I just absorbed all the cypress trees lining the roadway, the beautiful green grass, etc. It looked so majestic! My first thought was, "Oooh, what a pretty villa! I want to stay THERE the next time I'm in Florence!" ... And then I found out that it was a cemetery.
Siena itself was gorgeous. As I've already mentioned, it's very hilly. Like, steep hills. Like, really steep hills. It's very medieval - much more medieval feeling than Florence. I bought a useless map and ended up following the tourist signs around. By total accident I found the major hot spot of Siena, a half-shell shaped piazza. It was pretty... But I don't really get the appeal. It's just a giant bricked over area with no shade from the sun in front of a clock tower.
I ended up moseying over to Siena's Duomo. Wow, this one was much much nicer than the one in Florence! Much more ornate and pretty. I think this might be my fave church after St. Peter's! It's just so humbling to realize that you're walking around in a building that was built in the 12th to 13th century! Crazy! Another reason I enjoyed my trip there was because there were people working, restoring and repairing the church. There was an old guy and another man hunched over some tiles on a section of the floor - either a tile had come loose or had totally come off, so they were repairing it. It was fascinating to see how long the process took to put the tile back into place! (The tile was only about the size of my hand.) In another section, workers were washing the walls that had a gazillion details. The one woman was using an enlarged cotton swab to wipe the dirt away and it was a) crazy to see how much dirt came off, and b) interesting to see the care she has to take with the swab, the water run-off, etc.
After the Duomo I realized I was kinda hungry so I wandered around and found myself at the Piazza again. I ended up deciding to splurge on my lunch and ate at a totally touristy trattoria.
A note on dining in Italy. I'm thoroughly confused as to how local Italians eat at restaurants. I realize they have more money to spend and thus aren't paying as much attention to prices as we tourists, but the whole dining experience for me is so confusing. Italian menus are divided up into several sections which translate to: Appetizers, First Plate, Second Plate, Third Plate, Sides, and Desserts. (Somethings "plate" can be switched with the word, "course.") When I first arrived, I was horrified, thinking that I'd have to order one item for each "course!" Plus, I was intimidated by the appearances of the restaurants because they all, even their patios, have wine glasses, cloth napkins, pretty tablecloths, etc.
Back to the menus... Usually first plate consists of pastas, etc. However, 2nd plate is usually meats... And only meat. E.g. Today I ordered a 2nd plate of pork and all that came on that plate was a huge chunk of pork tenderloin that was cooked with some kinda cheese and pastry crust. (I thought I was just getting a filet!) So if you want something other than meat with your meal you have to order a side too. I ordered a "green salad" with my meal for 4 Euros. Guess what I got? A plate of lettuce. Yes. I paid 4 Euros, that's $6.25CAD, for a fucking plate of lettuce. I don't think I need to vociferate on this anymore. So my point is, how does someone go out for a meal on their own? I only splurged because I feel like I'm going to get scurvy for not eating vegetables! I could have ordered "baked vegetables" at the restaurant, but it would have cost 7 Euros. That's insane!
One other difference with restaurants is that in Italy, you have to ask for the bill. They'll never bring it on their own. Also, they always bring your bill to you on a small dish. I think that's cute.
Anyways, after my exorbitant meal (which I enjoyed despite my bitching), I headed back to the duomo because I had paid for an all inclusive ticket - it got me into the Duomo itself, the museum, the crypt and the baptistery. The crypt wasn't really a crypt - it was an even older museum that was discovered during renovations. It was kinda cool because the walls were preserved because it had been buried under debris for so long. There wasn't much to the rooms, but it was neat to see something even older than the church above it. I also poked into the Baptistery, but it was really nothing - it was just like another portion of the Church, but apparently the bapistizing font there is really famous.
The coolest part of my inclusive ticket was getting into the museum. The museum itself wasn't interesting, but on the top floor you could ascend some stairs to get on to the museum's roof. The museum was housed in an old old building, so the stairs were stone, narrow, and steep as hell. To be honest, I was kinda afraid on them! If you met anyone going down while you were going up, you'd have to backtrack because there was no space to pass each other. If you fell, you'd roll like 2 flights down and probably have multiple broken bones. The view from the top was amazing! However, even better, you could ascend a SECOND set of stairs (equally terrifying and claustrophobic) and get to probably the second or third highest views in Siena! (First probably being the duomo's tower and the other being the clock tower.) You could see the entirety of Siena and even into the countryside beyond. So gorgeous! I took a zillion pictures and tried to get a video, but I don't know if the latter worked.
(Ugh, there are 2 spanish chicks talking to each other beside me but it's more like yelling with their volume level.)
By the time I had finished all of the above it was getting late in the afternoon. I just wandered the streets, admiring the views. I got some gelato (turns out the stuff I had earlier was hazelnut, not walnut) and wandered towards San Francesco's Basilica. Because I still had gelato, I didn't go inside the church. (Plus at this point, I could care less about seeing another church - I've been in more churches in the past 6 days than I have in the past 24 years.) I ended up finding a series of escalators that randomly led down the mountain and from there, I climbed back up via a different route. LOL. It was the steepest climb yet, but still pleasant because there were no other tourists around.
By 4ish I was ready to go back to Florence but I missed the bus and had to hang around. In the meantime I wandered a bit more, but then Mau's colon knocked on her backdoor. If you don't feel like reading about my anatomical exploits, stop reading here and skip over the next paragraph.
Ugh. So I felt a bout of diarrhea coming on and had to use the bus station bathroom. First of all, it's .50 euros to use the toilet there, and it's like a vending machine - you insert the money and can get past the gate. Seriously, half the museums in Italy don't have this much security. After the gate, there's an open room with a guy sitting at a desk. Guys go to the left, women to the right. But it's still pretty much a giant open room with separate stalls - e.g. the moment you exit your stall (more like a small closet), you can see the guy at the desk. I enter my stall. Oh god. There's no seat. Oh god. It's dirty. Oh god, I'm going to shit myself. I can shit while on a squatting toilet. I can shit while on a sitting toilet. What I can't do is shit while hovering over a toilet with no seat. I do the best I can and decide to just exit the stall and finish off the job in another stall... I do that (feeling very self-conscious because there's no way Mr. Desk can't hear my sound effects) only to find that the other stalls are all closed and occupied. God dammit! Can't I catch a break? I ended up re-entering my stall and lining the rime with toilet paper and doing the best I can. Ugh. I felt like scraping my ass with sandpaper by the time I was done. GROSS!
After my toilet exploits it was time to hop on the bus. Ugh. The bus we were on was a double decker style and I decided I wanted a good view so I chose the top... But the bus wasn't running, the AC wasn't on, and it was a veritable fucking sauna up there. Seriously, I had sweat literally pouring off me until the bus started. And then, god, you'd think I'd be smart enough to think this stuff through - I accidentally chose the side of the bus that was in the sun (and it was too full to switch to the other side). I chose that side of the bus thinking, "Well, the people on this side this morning had the sun, so on the way back there shouldn't be any." I forgot to account for the fact that oh yeah, the sun moves across the sky during the day. Fail Mau. Epic fail.
I made it back to the hostel by 7 and met a new roommate who's from Whitby! We ended up going for dinner together and sat chatting with a bunch of other Canucks. I can't believe how intensely they argued over the facts about zombies. Seriously. We talked about Zombies. It was fun but weird as fuck.
Now I'm just chillin' - everyone out drinking I think but I have no interest in doing so. I'm pretty wiped from climbing hills all day and I've gotten my first blister (on my baby toe no less!). I'm getting up early tomorrow to catch the 9:19AM train to Milan whereupon I meet up with Li Min! So excited!
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Finally Florence
I finally made it out and actually did some sightseeing in Florence! After yesterday's post, I went for my free dinner. I sat with one of my roommates and two other Canadian girls. Umm, are there any Canadians left in Canada? Everyone seems to be over the big pond!
The free dinner was tasty! Well, when you haven't eaten in nearly 10 hours, hunger sauce makes everything tasty. :) HOnestly the food wasn't bad, but it was kinda greasy too. Like, oil left on my plate greasy. I think tonight I'll try one of the pizzas. The breakfast today was good too - I got a ham and cheese omelette. It wasn't anything to write home about (well, apparently it is since I AM typing about it!) but again, anything free is usually good. :)
After dinner I wandered around again WITHOUT getting lost. I made my way down to the Arno River and watched the sunset from the bridge. I also bought some gelato on the way home... Wow! I finally get what all the fuss is about! I got crema and niccolata (or however you spell it). So so tasty! The creama was a plain vanilla creamy flavour, and the niccolata was kinda walnut-y. I had to force myself not to go out and buy some more this afternoon because I already have cookies, etc.
Other than that, the rest of my evening was fairly uneventful. I chilled back in my hostel room, chatted with some of my roomies and went to bed early. Am I the only person whose earplugs fall out in the middle of the night? I've lost 2 so far and it's only been 5 days!
This morning I ventured out bright and early to make up for the time lost yesterday. Except apparently I was a bit too excited to go. My first stop was to visit the Duomo... But it didn't open until 10am and I was there at 9:10! LOL. Fail. I ended up waiting in line with an American family. We amused ourselves by watching merchants who obviously didn't have permits to set up stalls run away from the police whenever they came by.
My guide book described the Duomo as being rather bleak instead because all the art has been moved to the museum next door (which they charge admission for)... Well, they were right. The outside of the building is so amazing to see, but the inside... Well, I doubt any church will be impressive now that I've been inside St. Peter's Basilica.
Afterwards I headed towards the museum that holds the statue of David. Now, don't ask me how, but I somehow got it in my head that the location was on a certain part of my map. I followed the map trying to find the museum but couldn't see anything! I just kept circling this building that looked like some kind of mall. Finally I gave up and went inside... Only to discover that it's a fish market. I was like, "Umm, I'm pretty sure this isn't the right place." I got back outside, rechecked my guidebook and realized I was looking at the wrong spot. I have no idea how I did that.
I walked back to the museum and stood in line for an hour. An hour! Lucky for me there were 2 Australian couples in front of me that I could chat with, and an American dude behind me. They helped me pass the time. The museum itself was a bit tiny... It was mainly some random paintains and sculptures, or plasters of sculptures. However, the statue of David was very very cool. I never realized how BIG it was! The thing is like 5 feet tall! It was so amazing to see the amount of detail that went into it. One of the things that most caught my attention were the veins in his arms. Like, how much attention did Michaelangelo put into it???
Since the Duomo and David were my top priorities, I was left with time to waste. I grabbed a delicious panini sandwich from a small cafe and ventured forth to see the Uffizi Museum. (Several people had recommended it.) It's a large gallery that holds paintings and sculptures from the 15th to 19th centuries. I can't recall all the paintings that I saw, but I got to see some works by Da Vinci, Rembrandt, Botticelli, etc. I also saw The Birth of Venus. (Mind you, I nearly walked by the damned thing because I didn't see it!)
By then I was pretty tired, so I retired back to the hostel. I did take time to find the bus station though and make my reservation for Milan.
I must admit that by this point my mind has been thoroughly saturated with religious art. I'm trying to appreciate it all, but my mind is glazing over. I might try to venture out again tonight but I may also just flake out again.
While I was chatting with a friend on the net just now, they asked me which city I preferred: Rome or Florence? I had to think about it for a few moments, but I can honestly reply that Rome is more interesting to me. This is because of its ancient buildings - I love the medieval flare of Florence, but when compared to the acient ruins of Rome, it can't compare.
The free dinner was tasty! Well, when you haven't eaten in nearly 10 hours, hunger sauce makes everything tasty. :) HOnestly the food wasn't bad, but it was kinda greasy too. Like, oil left on my plate greasy. I think tonight I'll try one of the pizzas. The breakfast today was good too - I got a ham and cheese omelette. It wasn't anything to write home about (well, apparently it is since I AM typing about it!) but again, anything free is usually good. :)
After dinner I wandered around again WITHOUT getting lost. I made my way down to the Arno River and watched the sunset from the bridge. I also bought some gelato on the way home... Wow! I finally get what all the fuss is about! I got crema and niccolata (or however you spell it). So so tasty! The creama was a plain vanilla creamy flavour, and the niccolata was kinda walnut-y. I had to force myself not to go out and buy some more this afternoon because I already have cookies, etc.
Other than that, the rest of my evening was fairly uneventful. I chilled back in my hostel room, chatted with some of my roomies and went to bed early. Am I the only person whose earplugs fall out in the middle of the night? I've lost 2 so far and it's only been 5 days!
This morning I ventured out bright and early to make up for the time lost yesterday. Except apparently I was a bit too excited to go. My first stop was to visit the Duomo... But it didn't open until 10am and I was there at 9:10! LOL. Fail. I ended up waiting in line with an American family. We amused ourselves by watching merchants who obviously didn't have permits to set up stalls run away from the police whenever they came by.
My guide book described the Duomo as being rather bleak instead because all the art has been moved to the museum next door (which they charge admission for)... Well, they were right. The outside of the building is so amazing to see, but the inside... Well, I doubt any church will be impressive now that I've been inside St. Peter's Basilica.
Afterwards I headed towards the museum that holds the statue of David. Now, don't ask me how, but I somehow got it in my head that the location was on a certain part of my map. I followed the map trying to find the museum but couldn't see anything! I just kept circling this building that looked like some kind of mall. Finally I gave up and went inside... Only to discover that it's a fish market. I was like, "Umm, I'm pretty sure this isn't the right place." I got back outside, rechecked my guidebook and realized I was looking at the wrong spot. I have no idea how I did that.
I walked back to the museum and stood in line for an hour. An hour! Lucky for me there were 2 Australian couples in front of me that I could chat with, and an American dude behind me. They helped me pass the time. The museum itself was a bit tiny... It was mainly some random paintains and sculptures, or plasters of sculptures. However, the statue of David was very very cool. I never realized how BIG it was! The thing is like 5 feet tall! It was so amazing to see the amount of detail that went into it. One of the things that most caught my attention were the veins in his arms. Like, how much attention did Michaelangelo put into it???
Since the Duomo and David were my top priorities, I was left with time to waste. I grabbed a delicious panini sandwich from a small cafe and ventured forth to see the Uffizi Museum. (Several people had recommended it.) It's a large gallery that holds paintings and sculptures from the 15th to 19th centuries. I can't recall all the paintings that I saw, but I got to see some works by Da Vinci, Rembrandt, Botticelli, etc. I also saw The Birth of Venus. (Mind you, I nearly walked by the damned thing because I didn't see it!)
By then I was pretty tired, so I retired back to the hostel. I did take time to find the bus station though and make my reservation for Milan.
I must admit that by this point my mind has been thoroughly saturated with religious art. I'm trying to appreciate it all, but my mind is glazing over. I might try to venture out again tonight but I may also just flake out again.
While I was chatting with a friend on the net just now, they asked me which city I preferred: Rome or Florence? I had to think about it for a few moments, but I can honestly reply that Rome is more interesting to me. This is because of its ancient buildings - I love the medieval flare of Florence, but when compared to the acient ruins of Rome, it can't compare.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Outta steam
Wow. I got sooooo lost here in Florence. I saw the outside of the Duomo but the lines were long so I didn't bother trying. I followed random signs and saw the Basilica of San Lorenzo instead. Well after that I ended up getting lost. Like, REALLY lost. And I'm terrible for not asking for directions. By the time I finally oriented myself, I was at the outskirts of my map!
I was so exhausted that I just made my way back to the hostel and got set up in my room and then I crashed for 2 hours. I was so freaking tired I couldn't stay awake anymore.
Part of me feels guilty for sleeping when I could be out sight-seeing, but hell, I'm on vacation, right? Right?! Of course, the sleepiness is attributable to the fact that I haven't eaten since 8:30AM... :)
Right now I'm just chilling on the computers until the hostel's restaurant starts serving its free dinner. (That's what sold me on this place.)
Ta ta!
I was so exhausted that I just made my way back to the hostel and got set up in my room and then I crashed for 2 hours. I was so freaking tired I couldn't stay awake anymore.
Part of me feels guilty for sleeping when I could be out sight-seeing, but hell, I'm on vacation, right? Right?! Of course, the sleepiness is attributable to the fact that I haven't eaten since 8:30AM... :)
Right now I'm just chilling on the computers until the hostel's restaurant starts serving its free dinner. (That's what sold me on this place.)
Ta ta!
Ciao Florence!
Yesterday was the closest I've come to actually having a "vacation" day since arriving in Europe! After I finished getting my internet dosage for the day I totally flaked out. I <3 my 3 Musketeers book so far. It's pretty hilarious!
While I was resting, another new roomie came in. We ended up hanging out and going out for dinner - she was from California. Dinner was great - I had real authentic lasagna... Which was the same, just a bit saltier, as our Canadian stuff. LOL. I did splurge and get dessert though! I had tiramisu! Sooooo delish!
Afterwards we just wandered back to the hostel and chillaxed in the room. I'm also happy that the new roomie spoke Spanish, so I didn't feel so awkward about ignoring the Argentinian chick.
Anywho, I caught the Eurostar to Florence just now. I have to figure out how this railpass stuff works - I don't necessarily need a reservation, but I don't know what I do otherwise! While trying to get on the train, I had to get help reading my ticket because I had no idea what "Carbonazza" and "pisto" meant (and don't try spell-checking those because I soooo didn't spell them right.) So now I know they mean "car" and "seat" respectively.
Argh. Italian keyboards and I don't get along - this one is mostly great, but it has a tiny backspace button and immediately to the right of it is the "home" key, so I keep accidentally hitting it and typing at the start of the line...
Anyways, I should go out and explore the actual city now that I'm here. I have no idea what I want to do, but I'd like to see David, and go hang at the Bugogli Gardens just to spite my friend Michelle. I think I mentioned also that one day I want to do a day trip to Siena.
Oh, and before I forget, yes, the scenery was pretty damned cool on the ride over. You could see beautiful fields, rolling hills with villas on top, etc. There were a surprising amount of tunnels though, so I finally gave up on taking on/off my sunglasses each time we went through one.
On the ride, I amused myself by imagining what once stood on those fields - small roman villages, fields of army tents, poised to invade, invasion forces from the world wars... Temples. The list goes on!
Another way I've been amusing myself is by looking at the local italians and imagining what they'd look like as a statue. Oh wait. I think I already said this in a previous post... Oh well, it still holds true.
Ciao!
While I was resting, another new roomie came in. We ended up hanging out and going out for dinner - she was from California. Dinner was great - I had real authentic lasagna... Which was the same, just a bit saltier, as our Canadian stuff. LOL. I did splurge and get dessert though! I had tiramisu! Sooooo delish!
Afterwards we just wandered back to the hostel and chillaxed in the room. I'm also happy that the new roomie spoke Spanish, so I didn't feel so awkward about ignoring the Argentinian chick.
Anywho, I caught the Eurostar to Florence just now. I have to figure out how this railpass stuff works - I don't necessarily need a reservation, but I don't know what I do otherwise! While trying to get on the train, I had to get help reading my ticket because I had no idea what "Carbonazza" and "pisto" meant (and don't try spell-checking those because I soooo didn't spell them right.) So now I know they mean "car" and "seat" respectively.
Argh. Italian keyboards and I don't get along - this one is mostly great, but it has a tiny backspace button and immediately to the right of it is the "home" key, so I keep accidentally hitting it and typing at the start of the line...
Anyways, I should go out and explore the actual city now that I'm here. I have no idea what I want to do, but I'd like to see David, and go hang at the Bugogli Gardens just to spite my friend Michelle. I think I mentioned also that one day I want to do a day trip to Siena.
Oh, and before I forget, yes, the scenery was pretty damned cool on the ride over. You could see beautiful fields, rolling hills with villas on top, etc. There were a surprising amount of tunnels though, so I finally gave up on taking on/off my sunglasses each time we went through one.
On the ride, I amused myself by imagining what once stood on those fields - small roman villages, fields of army tents, poised to invade, invasion forces from the world wars... Temples. The list goes on!
Another way I've been amusing myself is by looking at the local italians and imagining what they'd look like as a statue. Oh wait. I think I already said this in a previous post... Oh well, it still holds true.
Ciao!
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Rome finito
Wow. So I'm officilly declaring the Rome segment of my trip as being over. It's only 2:15PM but I've used up all my resources. Yesterday after I logged off, I went to my room for a catnap and ended up having to rush to get to the basilica on time.
As mentioned, our tour guide offered to be there at 6:15ish to take us for a short tour to make up for cutting ours short... Well, because of my nap, I was late so no one was at the entrance to the basilica. I ended up walking around on my own, which, honestly, was probably better than going on my own. St. Peter's Basilica was very beautiful - it was also great that it was near closing, so there were few people there. I could walk around and not bump into people, there was a hushed reverence, etc. The basilica is very gorgeous - waaaay more massive and grand than anticipated. Yes, it has the gaudiness of excess opulence but I enjoyed it and got a lot more feeling from it than I did the Sistine Chapel.
On my way out, I was amused by watching one of the changings of the Swiss guard. It was very informal. The guy saluted his comrade, went into a nearby door, another guy come out and took his place, and then the original guy came out with his briefcase and saluted and walked away. The Swiss guard uniforms crack me up. Some of them look like they should be painters because of their big floppy hats. Others remind me of the Jacks on playing cards.
As I was leaving the basilica, the two Canadian girls I had met up with found me - it turns out that our tour guide never showed up. (Although apparently they came after me, so my guess is that yes, either the guide didn't show up, or, equally likely, the guide showed up, no one was there (I was 10 minutes later remmeber) and left. Apparently they planned to go to the office today to complain and try to get some money back. Anyways, we were trying to plan to do things, but in the end admitted defeat and just returned to our perspective hostels.
I grabbed some pizza and brought it back to my hostel's patio. While I was eating, some random old American guy came and sat near me and started chatting. He wasn't creepy or anything, but it was just annoying to have to force a conversation. Luckily one of my roomies came down and helped pick up the slack... And then we found out that the guy was one of those old opinionated American guys who wouldn't even listen to other people's opinions. Another of our roomies came down which helped the conversation a bit, but we all sighed a breath of relief when he finally packed up. (Apparently my Dutch roommate thought the guy was my dad at first.)
My roommates and I just chilled and had some drinks which was pleasant. We then retired to our room and met the new people (3 of our roommates had left that day) - we now have an Argintinian girl who speaks no English (umm, awkward!), a Thai guy who's sudying in the Netherlands, and a guy from New York. Luckily one of our roommies spoke Spanish, so he conversed with the latina, while Michael and I yapped with Ed, the Thai guy. But as of today the last of my original roomies have left so we have no one who speaks Spanish.... Umm, awkward some more!
Last night was the first night I've had a good night's sleep since arriving. And by "good" I mean I was only woken up twice - once when one guy came in late at night, and one when my bunkmate came in. Not bad for a hostel. LOL
Today I did a bit more aimless wandering. My first step was to go to the Pantheon since I didn't make it in last time - on the way I got to see the Spanish Steps and Trevi Fountain again... But there were very very few tourists this time! I mean, I could actually SEE the Spanish steps this time. LOL. When I upload my photos, I'll make it a point to show the busy/not-busy photos to demonstrate what I mean.
After the Pantheon I wound my way to Piazza Navona. It was just a wide plaza with pretty fountains and buildings - my fave parts was a random band playing music in a corner of the plaza. Plus I saw a woman feeding a mass of pigeons. Seriously, I was worried they'd peck her apart!
When I first arrived in Rome, I saw this person dressed in a sphinx mask and wearing this shiny/sparkly yellow blanket. You could tell this person would do something if you dropped a coin in the can in front of them. I have to admit, I was curious as to what they'd do, but I didn't bother paying them. However, the next day outside the colosseum I saw the same person! And later down the street, there they were again - oh wait, no, there's a whole troop of these people scattered around Rome, dressed in their spandex blankets with their masks. It wasn't until I was in Piazza Navona that I saw someone pay them. The person's reaction? They bowed. Umm... That's it? Boooo! You couldn't pay me to stand around in the humidity with a hat and blanket to make what these people are making!
I wanted to walk to the closest metro station, so I had to walk to the colosseum. Along the way I found a cool site where in 1929 while demolishing a building for new construction, they found ruins for 4 temples and decided to preserve the entire site. The reason this was so interesting is that they were actually doing to work to preserve the site! You saw people with little brushes, guys taking photos, people washing the slabs of materials, etc. It was tres cool. I just wonder why, if the site was discovered in 1929, it's taking so long to restore?
I strolled along the Roman Forums and the colosseum again and eventually made my way to Piazza di Vittorio Emmanuele. Now, there was supposed to be a huge local market here, but I certainly didn't find it! I tried finding a restaurant but there were very few and most of them were expensive. Instead I went into this little mom & pop take-out store and got a mozarrella and prosciutto calzone. Yum? Not. Picture the thing like this: Take some sliced ham and shredded mozarella, toss them together in a blender , wrap it in thick dough and then deep fry it. Don't get me wrong, it tasted okay (not great, but okay) but the fact that it had the texture of look of something that someone had pre-chewed and spat back into the dough was very VERY off-putting. LOL.
I was going to wander around some more, but I realized I was pretty freaking exhausted, so I said, "Screw it! I'm going back to the hostel!" Which is exactly what I did! I did make a quick side trip to the English bookstore though - I picked up the Three Musketeers because I couldn't stand sitting down and reading my guide book anymore. LOL.
So now I'm going to go up to my room and lay down. My subway pass is valid for the rest of the night so I'll probably go out this evening for dinner - I've been in Rome for 3 days now and I still HAVEN'T HAD PASTA! I've had pizzas, paninis, and calzones, but no pasta! This must be rectified! LOL
Tomorrow I'm headed to Florence. I originally wanted to go for a bike tour of Tuscany, but my back's a bit tender, so I'll probably do a day trip to Siena instead (my roommates insisted that Siena is the place to be). Plus the Canadian girl's said that I could see the Tuscan scenery quite well from the train, which was my main reason for wanting to do the bike thing.
Ciao!
As mentioned, our tour guide offered to be there at 6:15ish to take us for a short tour to make up for cutting ours short... Well, because of my nap, I was late so no one was at the entrance to the basilica. I ended up walking around on my own, which, honestly, was probably better than going on my own. St. Peter's Basilica was very beautiful - it was also great that it was near closing, so there were few people there. I could walk around and not bump into people, there was a hushed reverence, etc. The basilica is very gorgeous - waaaay more massive and grand than anticipated. Yes, it has the gaudiness of excess opulence but I enjoyed it and got a lot more feeling from it than I did the Sistine Chapel.
On my way out, I was amused by watching one of the changings of the Swiss guard. It was very informal. The guy saluted his comrade, went into a nearby door, another guy come out and took his place, and then the original guy came out with his briefcase and saluted and walked away. The Swiss guard uniforms crack me up. Some of them look like they should be painters because of their big floppy hats. Others remind me of the Jacks on playing cards.
As I was leaving the basilica, the two Canadian girls I had met up with found me - it turns out that our tour guide never showed up. (Although apparently they came after me, so my guess is that yes, either the guide didn't show up, or, equally likely, the guide showed up, no one was there (I was 10 minutes later remmeber) and left. Apparently they planned to go to the office today to complain and try to get some money back. Anyways, we were trying to plan to do things, but in the end admitted defeat and just returned to our perspective hostels.
I grabbed some pizza and brought it back to my hostel's patio. While I was eating, some random old American guy came and sat near me and started chatting. He wasn't creepy or anything, but it was just annoying to have to force a conversation. Luckily one of my roomies came down and helped pick up the slack... And then we found out that the guy was one of those old opinionated American guys who wouldn't even listen to other people's opinions. Another of our roomies came down which helped the conversation a bit, but we all sighed a breath of relief when he finally packed up. (Apparently my Dutch roommate thought the guy was my dad at first.)
My roommates and I just chilled and had some drinks which was pleasant. We then retired to our room and met the new people (3 of our roommates had left that day) - we now have an Argintinian girl who speaks no English (umm, awkward!), a Thai guy who's sudying in the Netherlands, and a guy from New York. Luckily one of our roommies spoke Spanish, so he conversed with the latina, while Michael and I yapped with Ed, the Thai guy. But as of today the last of my original roomies have left so we have no one who speaks Spanish.... Umm, awkward some more!
Last night was the first night I've had a good night's sleep since arriving. And by "good" I mean I was only woken up twice - once when one guy came in late at night, and one when my bunkmate came in. Not bad for a hostel. LOL
Today I did a bit more aimless wandering. My first step was to go to the Pantheon since I didn't make it in last time - on the way I got to see the Spanish Steps and Trevi Fountain again... But there were very very few tourists this time! I mean, I could actually SEE the Spanish steps this time. LOL. When I upload my photos, I'll make it a point to show the busy/not-busy photos to demonstrate what I mean.
After the Pantheon I wound my way to Piazza Navona. It was just a wide plaza with pretty fountains and buildings - my fave parts was a random band playing music in a corner of the plaza. Plus I saw a woman feeding a mass of pigeons. Seriously, I was worried they'd peck her apart!
When I first arrived in Rome, I saw this person dressed in a sphinx mask and wearing this shiny/sparkly yellow blanket. You could tell this person would do something if you dropped a coin in the can in front of them. I have to admit, I was curious as to what they'd do, but I didn't bother paying them. However, the next day outside the colosseum I saw the same person! And later down the street, there they were again - oh wait, no, there's a whole troop of these people scattered around Rome, dressed in their spandex blankets with their masks. It wasn't until I was in Piazza Navona that I saw someone pay them. The person's reaction? They bowed. Umm... That's it? Boooo! You couldn't pay me to stand around in the humidity with a hat and blanket to make what these people are making!
I wanted to walk to the closest metro station, so I had to walk to the colosseum. Along the way I found a cool site where in 1929 while demolishing a building for new construction, they found ruins for 4 temples and decided to preserve the entire site. The reason this was so interesting is that they were actually doing to work to preserve the site! You saw people with little brushes, guys taking photos, people washing the slabs of materials, etc. It was tres cool. I just wonder why, if the site was discovered in 1929, it's taking so long to restore?
I strolled along the Roman Forums and the colosseum again and eventually made my way to Piazza di Vittorio Emmanuele. Now, there was supposed to be a huge local market here, but I certainly didn't find it! I tried finding a restaurant but there were very few and most of them were expensive. Instead I went into this little mom & pop take-out store and got a mozarrella and prosciutto calzone. Yum? Not. Picture the thing like this: Take some sliced ham and shredded mozarella, toss them together in a blender , wrap it in thick dough and then deep fry it. Don't get me wrong, it tasted okay (not great, but okay) but the fact that it had the texture of look of something that someone had pre-chewed and spat back into the dough was very VERY off-putting. LOL.
I was going to wander around some more, but I realized I was pretty freaking exhausted, so I said, "Screw it! I'm going back to the hostel!" Which is exactly what I did! I did make a quick side trip to the English bookstore though - I picked up the Three Musketeers because I couldn't stand sitting down and reading my guide book anymore. LOL.
So now I'm going to go up to my room and lay down. My subway pass is valid for the rest of the night so I'll probably go out this evening for dinner - I've been in Rome for 3 days now and I still HAVEN'T HAD PASTA! I've had pizzas, paninis, and calzones, but no pasta! This must be rectified! LOL
Tomorrow I'm headed to Florence. I originally wanted to go for a bike tour of Tuscany, but my back's a bit tender, so I'll probably do a day trip to Siena instead (my roommates insisted that Siena is the place to be). Plus the Canadian girl's said that I could see the Tuscan scenery quite well from the train, which was my main reason for wanting to do the bike thing.
Ciao!
Monday, June 08, 2009
When in Rome...
Howdy folks!
So as most of you know, I'm currently in Italy on my Europe trip. I arrived on Saturday, June 6 and I'm already exhausted! I'm having a few issues typing this entry because a) I'm using a really really tiny keyboard, b) I'm exhausted, and c) this is an Italian keyboard so keys are in different locations! (E.g. the parenthese keys are two left from where they normally are, the apostraphe key is on the question mark key which is beside the backspace, etc... Colour me confused!)
On to the recap! (Photos to come later when I have more time to sit down and sift through the gazillion I've taken.)
My first adventure started at the airport when I kept setting off the security alarms. I ended up having to get patted down by a female security guard. I'm blaming my underwire bra.
I flew on Air Transat... Wow. What a dump! I've flown on many planes before, but Air Transat was the first time I've ever felt like I was in steerage! If my ass was any bigger, I'd have never fit into the seat! It didn't help that I was sat next to a gruff Italian guy and his wife. The guy was much more vocal than I about how uncomfortable the seating was, and he kept fidgeting. The flight itself was okay - I was uncomfy because at first I was too cold, and then I was sweating hot. I didn't get much sleep due to nervousness and Mr. Italian flopping around like a landed fish.
After landing, it was surprisingly easy to get from the airport to the city centre! I took the airport train to Rome's Termini station - but I don't remmeber much of the trip. It is soooo humid in Rome! And the train wasn't airconditioned, so lack of AC and lack of sleep makes for a very very sleepy Mau - I kept drifting asleep and then jerking awake. :(
I managed to make it to my hostel eventually. It's pretty cool! Very very North American/European. The checkin counter was playing the Red Hot Chilli Peppers, and even now in the bar where I'm typing this, they're playing Moby. The hostel rooms are huuuuuge and they have big lockers under the bunkbeds to store your stuff. Very awesome. The old-school Italian elevator is a bit intimidating though - it's this tiny contraption with the folding doors that you can see through. It took a bit to work up the courage to use it. I'm also happy because my roommates are all cool - but more on them later.
Yesterday I immediately left the hostel to start exploring the city. I soon learned one of the first lessons that all tourists to Rome must learn - thou shalt not snap photos of every old building you come across.... Or you'll be sitting around forever and ever and run out of camera space. Seriously, I can't believe how indescribably beautiful Rome is. EVERY BUILDING is the old old style. Streets have the old bricks instead of asphalt. The streets are narrow. There are churches on every corner. So I rapidly had to give up on taking a picture of every interesting building I came across because it was an exercise in futility.
Another observation about Rome - Smart cars abound. Seriously, I've seen more Smart cars in the past 48 hours than I have in the past 10 years in Canada. Plus all the other cars are extremely tiny too... Which is probably a good thing considering the crazy paralell parking that goes on here. I saw a car bump into the one ahead of it while parking and totally didn't give a damn. When there aren't tiny cars, there are scooters and motorcycles. I also haven't been this terrified of crossing the street since I was in Thailand. Seriously, it's pretty freaking scary to take that first step through a busy roundabout.
During my initial expedition, I can't remember how many times I got lost. Well, lost is a relative word. I always knew where I was in relation to a certain tourist location, etc. I'd randomly walk down some streets, run into a beautiful fountain, set off on another street, find a tourist spot, wander off again, etc... My fave thing right now is the tourist map everyone is given. It's so detailed and helpful.... And it's ridiculously easy to identify who else is a tourist by it. LOL - we all have them in hand.
Despite being continually "lost," I still managed to find the following tourist destinations:
By this point I was utterly exhausted and starving. I hadn't ate since Breakfast on the plane (11am) and it was like 7PM. I did have some gelato, but I paid an arm and leg for it, only to discover that it's that same as is served in Canada! Now, I've been reassured by some people I've met that Italian gelato truly is better and that I must give it a second shot.
After getting lost on side streets, I finally made it back to my hostel and met all my roommates. I was sharing my room with 2 American girls who were on exchange in the Netherlands, an American guy who was travelling through all of Italy, a guy from the Netherlands who just finished BIKING here, and a guy from Malaysia who has been travelling for 2 months and is on his final month in Europe. They were all crazy cool about introducing themselves and were super friendly. However, they are kind of inconsiderate about certain things - the first night some of them went for a pub crawl. I didn't have a problem with that, or with my bunkmate waking me up when crawling into bed at 3am. The girls were rude though in that they turned on the huge overhead light when they came in a 6AM. And last night, I was in bed sleeping when everyone came back from their evening walk. I woke up and told them they could turn on the light if they wanted... But I was under the assumption they were back so they could go to bed (It was 1AM)... Well they poked in and out, were chatting, etc. I woke up some more and we chatted and were laughing, but I have to admit, I was uncomfortable with how loud some of them were being, and sure enough, someone came and banged on our door. And then they got loud again, so bang bang bang again. And STILL my bunkmate was hyper, so I had to be a bit of a bitch (and by that I mean, meekly remind them) that I HAD been trying to sleep before they came in. They settled down after that, but I was wide awake and had a hard time sleeping again.
Anyways, more about Rome. Yesterday I spent the day in Ancient Rome. One of my roommates told me I should sign up for a tour because you get the skip the line, they're good, etc... Well, skipping the line was right, but the tour was crap. We were a group of 30 people and the tour guide had a little microphone that we all listened to through these cheap-ass ear pieces... And it was a windy day, she had thick accent, etc. so the result was that I couldn't hear a thing. At least I skipped the line for the colosseum!
Oh the colosseum! Words can't describe how magnificent it was! As with the pantheon, it's mind-boggling to realize how ancient these ruins are! I don't know what else I can really say about the Colosseum, because you've seen most of it in books, etc. I did manage to jar my back though when I was leaving - the turnstile I was going through didn't turn when expected, so I hurt myself. :( After the colosseum I visited Palatine Hill, the legendary starting location of Rome. It had some terrific ruins, but I didn't know what any of them were! There's a distinct lack of signage to explain all of Rome's tourist locations. :(
While on Palatine Hill I was taking a short rest and listened to part of another tour group. I liked their guide so much that I got her brochure so I could take in part of her Vatican tour.
After Palatine Hill I visited the Imperial Forums... Crazy cool ruins!!! Columns and arches and ancient temples! OMG they were beyond cool. Again though, you don't know what you're looking at, so you tend to have to do post-research after you get back to your room. (That's what my roomie referred to it as.) I was so tired at this point that I actually found a slab of marble and flopped down on it for 30 minutes or so and catnapped in the shade. Nothin' like flaking out at some ancient ruins.
While on Palatine Hill I met some Canadian girls and I ran into them again while in the Forum, so we got together for a lunch at a nearby trattoria. It was great not having to eat alone. We made plans to go to the Vatican today (more on that below). After lunch we split up because I wanted to explore the ancient area some more.
Well, I didn't really do the ancient stuff too much again - instead I walked around the ancient Roman Forums (lame becuse they were indistinct lumps of rock in grassy areas - I could have been walking around an rocky field in Canada for all the definition these ruins had). I strolled around the outside of the colosseum some more and wandered to Domus Aurea... Which is apparantly just a park for locals... Probably the first authentic Roman locals I've encountered since arriving!
After ancient Rome I decided to go back to the Spanish Steps - it was nearly night now and I was hoping to catch sunset over Rome. Well, I did... But it was anti-climatic. LOL. I stood around for like an hour with such anticipation, only to have the sun go down with barely a blink. No red skies, no brilliant flashes of light, etc. Le sadness! Oh well. I wandered home, got a salad for dinner and went to bed. (Whereupon the roommate fiasco with loudness took place - right now I've had about 12 hours of sleep in 48...)
Today I got up bright and early so that I could go on the Vatican tour. Again, I don't know how to describe it! It's so opulent and gaudy! I'm sure if I was religious, I'd be more properly impressed, but I'm happy our tour only took us for the highlights. You could probably take a full week to explore the various museums and look at their paintains and sculptures. I got to see some original works by Rafael, Michalangelo, DaVinci, etc... Towards the end of our tour, we of course went through the Sistine Chapel. Erm... Anti-climatic is the word. Again, if I was religious it would be more impressive, but I'm not, so oggling the dreary walls (little light to protect the painting) was a bit boring! You get better details in replicas, etc. I feel blasphemous just typing this.
Our tour had to cut short before we could go to St. Peter's, so I'm meeting up with the Canadian girls again at 6:15 to check it out again.
Right now though I'm utterly exhausted. I've used up all my energy reserves, especially since I haven't had a good night's sleep since arriving. My feet also feel like they're going to fall off any time now. I'm sweaty and sunburned (if I get skin cancer, can I claim it's couture cancer because it's from Italy?). I really don't want to go out again, but if I don't, I'll have to visit the basilica on my own. Despite this, I AM thoroughly enjoying Rome. It's not at all what I expected, but it's also more.
Tomorrow's plan is to chillax and re-visit the Pantheon. I also want to go to the Capitoline museums. 3 of my roommates left today, so it'll be interesting to see who's left.
I also just want to say - WOW. There are so many tourists here! It's insane to fight through the crowds! And it's not even the heigh of tourist season!
P.S. I apologize for the mispelling of any location names in this post - I'm too tired/lazy to pull out my guidebook and find the proper spellings.
So as most of you know, I'm currently in Italy on my Europe trip. I arrived on Saturday, June 6 and I'm already exhausted! I'm having a few issues typing this entry because a) I'm using a really really tiny keyboard, b) I'm exhausted, and c) this is an Italian keyboard so keys are in different locations! (E.g. the parenthese keys are two left from where they normally are, the apostraphe key is on the question mark key which is beside the backspace, etc... Colour me confused!)
On to the recap! (Photos to come later when I have more time to sit down and sift through the gazillion I've taken.)
My first adventure started at the airport when I kept setting off the security alarms. I ended up having to get patted down by a female security guard. I'm blaming my underwire bra.
I flew on Air Transat... Wow. What a dump! I've flown on many planes before, but Air Transat was the first time I've ever felt like I was in steerage! If my ass was any bigger, I'd have never fit into the seat! It didn't help that I was sat next to a gruff Italian guy and his wife. The guy was much more vocal than I about how uncomfortable the seating was, and he kept fidgeting. The flight itself was okay - I was uncomfy because at first I was too cold, and then I was sweating hot. I didn't get much sleep due to nervousness and Mr. Italian flopping around like a landed fish.
After landing, it was surprisingly easy to get from the airport to the city centre! I took the airport train to Rome's Termini station - but I don't remmeber much of the trip. It is soooo humid in Rome! And the train wasn't airconditioned, so lack of AC and lack of sleep makes for a very very sleepy Mau - I kept drifting asleep and then jerking awake. :(
I managed to make it to my hostel eventually. It's pretty cool! Very very North American/European. The checkin counter was playing the Red Hot Chilli Peppers, and even now in the bar where I'm typing this, they're playing Moby. The hostel rooms are huuuuuge and they have big lockers under the bunkbeds to store your stuff. Very awesome. The old-school Italian elevator is a bit intimidating though - it's this tiny contraption with the folding doors that you can see through. It took a bit to work up the courage to use it. I'm also happy because my roommates are all cool - but more on them later.
Yesterday I immediately left the hostel to start exploring the city. I soon learned one of the first lessons that all tourists to Rome must learn - thou shalt not snap photos of every old building you come across.... Or you'll be sitting around forever and ever and run out of camera space. Seriously, I can't believe how indescribably beautiful Rome is. EVERY BUILDING is the old old style. Streets have the old bricks instead of asphalt. The streets are narrow. There are churches on every corner. So I rapidly had to give up on taking a picture of every interesting building I came across because it was an exercise in futility.
Another observation about Rome - Smart cars abound. Seriously, I've seen more Smart cars in the past 48 hours than I have in the past 10 years in Canada. Plus all the other cars are extremely tiny too... Which is probably a good thing considering the crazy paralell parking that goes on here. I saw a car bump into the one ahead of it while parking and totally didn't give a damn. When there aren't tiny cars, there are scooters and motorcycles. I also haven't been this terrified of crossing the street since I was in Thailand. Seriously, it's pretty freaking scary to take that first step through a busy roundabout.
During my initial expedition, I can't remember how many times I got lost. Well, lost is a relative word. I always knew where I was in relation to a certain tourist location, etc. I'd randomly walk down some streets, run into a beautiful fountain, set off on another street, find a tourist spot, wander off again, etc... My fave thing right now is the tourist map everyone is given. It's so detailed and helpful.... And it's ridiculously easy to identify who else is a tourist by it. LOL - we all have them in hand.
Despite being continually "lost," I still managed to find the following tourist destinations:
- The Spanish Steps - These were in a very pretty area. At their top is an old old Church and an Egyptian obelisk. The best thing though is that you can get a beautiful view of the rooftops of Rome. I can't believe how many domes there are! At their base is a pretty pretty fountain. I think it has some historical significance, but I can't for the life of me remember what.
- Shopping district - Beyond the Spanish steps you can find the couture shopping area of Rome. Gucci, Prada, Armani, you name it, they got it. I felt low-class just walking through it!
- After the shopping area I wandered to the Piazza di Popolo (or something like that)... Much more impressive on my map than in real life. LOL. Again, I have no idea what its significance was, but there was a pretty fountain, columns, etc. I was also pestered by Indian men trying to sell me roses.
- According to my map, at this point I was near the Tiber River, so I decided to walk along it. Now, in most cities I've ever visited, water areas are pretty. Not so with Rome. The water was so dirty and brown, plus it was really really low. The pretty thing were the bridges crossing it - they had multiple arches, etc. Very cool.
- I wandered South towards the Pantheon. Unfortunately I got there while it was closed for Mass, so I want to visit it again tomorrow. But I have to admit, it's an impressive building! It's just so mind boggling to see how huuuge it is and to realize how old it is. While I was in that plaza I sat on one of the rock columns beside it, and I have to admit, it was humbling to sit in the Pantheon's shadow on a rock that was over 2000 years old!
- After the Pantheon I wandered further South along whatever interesting roads I found (and of course, in Rome, they're all interesting looking!) I saw the Vittorio Emmanuele Monument. I was beyond tired at this point, so I just admired it from a distance and proceeded to get lost again.
- Now, this time I was truly lost - I thought I was somewhere South East of it, but somehow I stumbled on Trevi Fountain. I snapped a few photos, but in the end, it's just a pretty fountain! I don't get the appeal.
By this point I was utterly exhausted and starving. I hadn't ate since Breakfast on the plane (11am) and it was like 7PM. I did have some gelato, but I paid an arm and leg for it, only to discover that it's that same as is served in Canada! Now, I've been reassured by some people I've met that Italian gelato truly is better and that I must give it a second shot.
After getting lost on side streets, I finally made it back to my hostel and met all my roommates. I was sharing my room with 2 American girls who were on exchange in the Netherlands, an American guy who was travelling through all of Italy, a guy from the Netherlands who just finished BIKING here, and a guy from Malaysia who has been travelling for 2 months and is on his final month in Europe. They were all crazy cool about introducing themselves and were super friendly. However, they are kind of inconsiderate about certain things - the first night some of them went for a pub crawl. I didn't have a problem with that, or with my bunkmate waking me up when crawling into bed at 3am. The girls were rude though in that they turned on the huge overhead light when they came in a 6AM. And last night, I was in bed sleeping when everyone came back from their evening walk. I woke up and told them they could turn on the light if they wanted... But I was under the assumption they were back so they could go to bed (It was 1AM)... Well they poked in and out, were chatting, etc. I woke up some more and we chatted and were laughing, but I have to admit, I was uncomfortable with how loud some of them were being, and sure enough, someone came and banged on our door. And then they got loud again, so bang bang bang again. And STILL my bunkmate was hyper, so I had to be a bit of a bitch (and by that I mean, meekly remind them) that I HAD been trying to sleep before they came in. They settled down after that, but I was wide awake and had a hard time sleeping again.
Anyways, more about Rome. Yesterday I spent the day in Ancient Rome. One of my roommates told me I should sign up for a tour because you get the skip the line, they're good, etc... Well, skipping the line was right, but the tour was crap. We were a group of 30 people and the tour guide had a little microphone that we all listened to through these cheap-ass ear pieces... And it was a windy day, she had thick accent, etc. so the result was that I couldn't hear a thing. At least I skipped the line for the colosseum!
Oh the colosseum! Words can't describe how magnificent it was! As with the pantheon, it's mind-boggling to realize how ancient these ruins are! I don't know what else I can really say about the Colosseum, because you've seen most of it in books, etc. I did manage to jar my back though when I was leaving - the turnstile I was going through didn't turn when expected, so I hurt myself. :( After the colosseum I visited Palatine Hill, the legendary starting location of Rome. It had some terrific ruins, but I didn't know what any of them were! There's a distinct lack of signage to explain all of Rome's tourist locations. :(
While on Palatine Hill I was taking a short rest and listened to part of another tour group. I liked their guide so much that I got her brochure so I could take in part of her Vatican tour.
After Palatine Hill I visited the Imperial Forums... Crazy cool ruins!!! Columns and arches and ancient temples! OMG they were beyond cool. Again though, you don't know what you're looking at, so you tend to have to do post-research after you get back to your room. (That's what my roomie referred to it as.) I was so tired at this point that I actually found a slab of marble and flopped down on it for 30 minutes or so and catnapped in the shade. Nothin' like flaking out at some ancient ruins.
While on Palatine Hill I met some Canadian girls and I ran into them again while in the Forum, so we got together for a lunch at a nearby trattoria. It was great not having to eat alone. We made plans to go to the Vatican today (more on that below). After lunch we split up because I wanted to explore the ancient area some more.
Well, I didn't really do the ancient stuff too much again - instead I walked around the ancient Roman Forums (lame becuse they were indistinct lumps of rock in grassy areas - I could have been walking around an rocky field in Canada for all the definition these ruins had). I strolled around the outside of the colosseum some more and wandered to Domus Aurea... Which is apparantly just a park for locals... Probably the first authentic Roman locals I've encountered since arriving!
After ancient Rome I decided to go back to the Spanish Steps - it was nearly night now and I was hoping to catch sunset over Rome. Well, I did... But it was anti-climatic. LOL. I stood around for like an hour with such anticipation, only to have the sun go down with barely a blink. No red skies, no brilliant flashes of light, etc. Le sadness! Oh well. I wandered home, got a salad for dinner and went to bed. (Whereupon the roommate fiasco with loudness took place - right now I've had about 12 hours of sleep in 48...)
Today I got up bright and early so that I could go on the Vatican tour. Again, I don't know how to describe it! It's so opulent and gaudy! I'm sure if I was religious, I'd be more properly impressed, but I'm happy our tour only took us for the highlights. You could probably take a full week to explore the various museums and look at their paintains and sculptures. I got to see some original works by Rafael, Michalangelo, DaVinci, etc... Towards the end of our tour, we of course went through the Sistine Chapel. Erm... Anti-climatic is the word. Again, if I was religious it would be more impressive, but I'm not, so oggling the dreary walls (little light to protect the painting) was a bit boring! You get better details in replicas, etc. I feel blasphemous just typing this.
Our tour had to cut short before we could go to St. Peter's, so I'm meeting up with the Canadian girls again at 6:15 to check it out again.
Right now though I'm utterly exhausted. I've used up all my energy reserves, especially since I haven't had a good night's sleep since arriving. My feet also feel like they're going to fall off any time now. I'm sweaty and sunburned (if I get skin cancer, can I claim it's couture cancer because it's from Italy?). I really don't want to go out again, but if I don't, I'll have to visit the basilica on my own. Despite this, I AM thoroughly enjoying Rome. It's not at all what I expected, but it's also more.
Tomorrow's plan is to chillax and re-visit the Pantheon. I also want to go to the Capitoline museums. 3 of my roommates left today, so it'll be interesting to see who's left.
I also just want to say - WOW. There are so many tourists here! It's insane to fight through the crowds! And it's not even the heigh of tourist season!
P.S. I apologize for the mispelling of any location names in this post - I'm too tired/lazy to pull out my guidebook and find the proper spellings.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
A sobering thought about cancer research
I just learned that there will never be a cure for cancer. It's sobering. http://www.phdcomics.com/comics/archive.php?comicid=1162
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Similes
I just had a minor heart attack over an April Fool's post on a blog I frequent. The blog posted a news item. saying that Walmart was buying the CN Tower and was going to rename it the Walmart Canada Tower, etc.
Firstly, good job on the April Fool's joke! I was momentarily horrified before I clued into the fact that it just had to be a joke. Secondly, I loved the one reader's comment, "You guys had me. Damn, I was about to tune into the TV news to witness Toronto liberals jumping from high rises like lemmings."
Ha! Lemmings. I like that.
Firstly, good job on the April Fool's joke! I was momentarily horrified before I clued into the fact that it just had to be a joke. Secondly, I loved the one reader's comment, "You guys had me. Damn, I was about to tune into the TV news to witness Toronto liberals jumping from high rises like lemmings."
Ha! Lemmings. I like that.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Stream of consciousness
One of the things I learned in my grade 10 creative writing class was a writing exercise to get your creative/writing juices flowing. Essentially you just sat down and wrote for 5 minutes solid. It didn't have to make sense and you didn't have to correct your spelling. All you had to do was write for the sake of writing.
I miss writing. I used to really enjoy it but when I contemplated sitting down these days, I just get really weary at the thought of the effort required. This got me thinking of the stream of consciousness exercises - after all, the point of those was to get in the habit of writing, so I thought I'd give it a try. I came up with the idea last night and I even started brainstorming ideas of what to type about. It seems like very few of them got implemented. The result of my exercise was so amusing that I decided to post it for you to read. Enjoy!
I'm going to try this whole "stream of consciousness" thing again. I haven't done it since highschool but I think it's like a muscle - you have to work it out in order to get it working again. Or, like my analogy this morning, it's like having "sleep" in your eyes first thing in the morning. You've got to rub 'em (or it in this case) to get things flowing again. My mind is so weary these mornings. I don't know whether it's because I didn't get enough sleep (god those pillows are comfy) or whether it's just too early. Or, as I said, maybe my morning brain muscles have atrophied.
Oh gosh. Now my mind is starting to wake up a bit more and more. Is it coincidence or is this actually helping?
I keep reloading the CIHR website, hoping to find the results of our CIHR grant but it's not loaded yet. I suppose it was too much to hope that the results would be on first thing this morning, but a girl can dream, right?
I felt so inspired by the Twilight website last night. I really do miss writing. Or do I just miss the praise that went along with my written work? I miss the creation, the thrill and excitement of creating what I considered to be "rivetting" scenes. I'd really like to start practicing again - and hopefully that's what this writing exercise will do - give me the incentive to sit down and actually do something.
God. Those pillows were so soft and fluffy. I'm kind of grossed out at the idea of how long I've had my old ones. I don't even know where that ink spot came from. And I'm pretty sure they aren't meant to tbe an off-brownish colour. Yup. Gnarly. I'll have to set up a reminder in Outlook to change them every year.
So fluffy.
I also need to change my contacts. It's rather gross to realize that I've rarely cleaned my contacts this month. I just hate that whole "decontamination" process when I get home.
I miss wearing my sweatpants. I wish I could wear informal clothes here at work. My grad school shirt would get a hoot. I wonder what Michelle's dress looks like. I feel the urge to go shopping for myself now, but I can't justify it (I think) because I have stuff I can wear to the gala. I think I do at least. I'll have to double check the state that my clothes are in. Maybe I can justify it after all.
I wonder why I always misspell after all. I should look it up online. Maybe it's one of those weird words that aren't a word. Like shebang and hooplah. Heh. I just should try to include "shebang" in an email with Alyssa.
I wonder how Cathy's liking her new job. I haven't seen her online or anything on Facebook. It's crazy how people get into jobs they don't want just for a paycheque. I know that technically that's what I did, but at least I enjoy my job, if not my boss. I wonder if CIHR is loaded yet. I should go check. It's been morethan the 10 minutes I wanted to spend on this exercise.
Will this exercise count in my whole, "get used to writing again" attempt? Because I do write everyday... Just not so continuously. Maybe I should put this off until I get home and actually intend to write something for personal reasons.
Did my damned mp3 player freeze up? Oi. I don't know what to do. Oh email! I hope it's either Lyss or Bilodeau. I'd prefer the latter, if only to find out aobut the grant and nothing else. Here's teh incentive I need to finish this up. And off I go!
I miss writing. I used to really enjoy it but when I contemplated sitting down these days, I just get really weary at the thought of the effort required. This got me thinking of the stream of consciousness exercises - after all, the point of those was to get in the habit of writing, so I thought I'd give it a try. I came up with the idea last night and I even started brainstorming ideas of what to type about. It seems like very few of them got implemented. The result of my exercise was so amusing that I decided to post it for you to read. Enjoy!
I'm going to try this whole "stream of consciousness" thing again. I haven't done it since highschool but I think it's like a muscle - you have to work it out in order to get it working again. Or, like my analogy this morning, it's like having "sleep" in your eyes first thing in the morning. You've got to rub 'em (or it in this case) to get things flowing again. My mind is so weary these mornings. I don't know whether it's because I didn't get enough sleep (god those pillows are comfy) or whether it's just too early. Or, as I said, maybe my morning brain muscles have atrophied.
Oh gosh. Now my mind is starting to wake up a bit more and more. Is it coincidence or is this actually helping?
I keep reloading the CIHR website, hoping to find the results of our CIHR grant but it's not loaded yet. I suppose it was too much to hope that the results would be on first thing this morning, but a girl can dream, right?
I felt so inspired by the Twilight website last night. I really do miss writing. Or do I just miss the praise that went along with my written work? I miss the creation, the thrill and excitement of creating what I considered to be "rivetting" scenes. I'd really like to start practicing again - and hopefully that's what this writing exercise will do - give me the incentive to sit down and actually do something.
God. Those pillows were so soft and fluffy. I'm kind of grossed out at the idea of how long I've had my old ones. I don't even know where that ink spot came from. And I'm pretty sure they aren't meant to tbe an off-brownish colour. Yup. Gnarly. I'll have to set up a reminder in Outlook to change them every year.
So fluffy.
I also need to change my contacts. It's rather gross to realize that I've rarely cleaned my contacts this month. I just hate that whole "decontamination" process when I get home.
I miss wearing my sweatpants. I wish I could wear informal clothes here at work. My grad school shirt would get a hoot. I wonder what Michelle's dress looks like. I feel the urge to go shopping for myself now, but I can't justify it (I think) because I have stuff I can wear to the gala. I think I do at least. I'll have to double check the state that my clothes are in. Maybe I can justify it after all.
I wonder why I always misspell after all. I should look it up online. Maybe it's one of those weird words that aren't a word. Like shebang and hooplah. Heh. I just should try to include "shebang" in an email with Alyssa.
I wonder how Cathy's liking her new job. I haven't seen her online or anything on Facebook. It's crazy how people get into jobs they don't want just for a paycheque. I know that technically that's what I did, but at least I enjoy my job, if not my boss. I wonder if CIHR is loaded yet. I should go check. It's been morethan the 10 minutes I wanted to spend on this exercise.
Will this exercise count in my whole, "get used to writing again" attempt? Because I do write everyday... Just not so continuously. Maybe I should put this off until I get home and actually intend to write something for personal reasons.
Did my damned mp3 player freeze up? Oi. I don't know what to do. Oh email! I hope it's either Lyss or Bilodeau. I'd prefer the latter, if only to find out aobut the grant and nothing else. Here's teh incentive I need to finish this up. And off I go!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Hepatitis C
Disclaimer: For random people who find this blog posting, I'd like to point out that I am NOT a physician in any sense of the meaning. I'm merely writing about a few things I've learned since I've started working and I may have misunderstood some of the knowledge below. For more information on Hepatitis C see the Public Health Agency of Canada and the US Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.
Before I started my current job, the only things I knew about the Hepatitis C virus (HCV) was... Nothing. The only Hepatitis viruses that I knew about were A and B and the only reasons I knew anything about those was because I was vaccinated against them. Now, 6 months into my job I'm amazed and horrified at how little the world knows about Hepatitis C.
To give some perspective on Hepatitis C think of it this way: In the world today, 36 million people are infected with HIV. Now contrast that with the 170 million chronic Heaptitis C infections in the world. This is 3% of the world's population! In addition, an estimated 3-4 million people become infected with HepC every year. Similar to AIDs, the highest rates of infection are in Africa and Asia. Country-wise, Egypt has the highest prevalence rate (22%) (Contrast that with Canada at 0.8%). In addition, death rates are higher for HCV than other viruses.
A study on "percutaneous injuries among health care workers" showed:
(Source: Am J Industrial Med 2005;48:482) Essentially I just want to show that more people are dying from HCV than from the other two "biggie" viruses.
Most people contract HCV through injection drug use (in Canada, drug use accounts for two thirds of HCV infections, in addition, you are 10 times more likely to contract HCV than HIV through a needlestick injury), use of sharps (e.g. needles, nail clipping equipment, toothbrushes, etc.), unsafe sex (less than you would anticipate), through birth, etc. The high risk populations are:
In addition there is always a chance that treatment might not work - depending on what HCV "genotype" you have, there is anywhere from a 30-70% chance that the treatment will fail.
As I described above, it's shocking to learn how terrible and prevalent HCV is and how few people know about it. So the next time you're discussing pandemics or fretting about the bird flu, stop and think about the pandemic that is already loose upon the world. Everyone needs to be aware of Hepatitis C!
World Hepatitis Day is on May 19. Find out more at Am I Number 12?.
Before I started my current job, the only things I knew about the Hepatitis C virus (HCV) was... Nothing. The only Hepatitis viruses that I knew about were A and B and the only reasons I knew anything about those was because I was vaccinated against them. Now, 6 months into my job I'm amazed and horrified at how little the world knows about Hepatitis C.
To give some perspective on Hepatitis C think of it this way: In the world today, 36 million people are infected with HIV. Now contrast that with the 170 million chronic Heaptitis C infections in the world. This is 3% of the world's population! In addition, an estimated 3-4 million people become infected with HepC every year. Similar to AIDs, the highest rates of infection are in Africa and Asia. Country-wise, Egypt has the highest prevalence rate (22%) (Contrast that with Canada at 0.8%). In addition, death rates are higher for HCV than other viruses.
A study on "percutaneous injuries among health care workers" showed:
| HBV | HCV | HIV | |
| # of acute infections | 65,600 | 16,400 | 1000 |
| Estimated # proceeding to chronic infection | 656 | 13,120 | 999 |
| Estimated deaths | 262 (40%) | 3,936 (30%) | 999 (100%) |
(Source: Am J Industrial Med 2005;48:482) Essentially I just want to show that more people are dying from HCV than from the other two "biggie" viruses.
Most people contract HCV through injection drug use (in Canada, drug use accounts for two thirds of HCV infections, in addition, you are 10 times more likely to contract HCV than HIV through a needlestick injury), use of sharps (e.g. needles, nail clipping equipment, toothbrushes, etc.), unsafe sex (less than you would anticipate), through birth, etc. The high risk populations are:
- Developing world
- Immigrants to the developed world
- Incarcerated
- Homeless
- Living in rural areas
- Mental - Depression, irritability, difficulty concentrating
- Phsyical - Flu symptoms, marrow suppressioin, weight loss, skin rash, etc.
In addition there is always a chance that treatment might not work - depending on what HCV "genotype" you have, there is anywhere from a 30-70% chance that the treatment will fail.
As I described above, it's shocking to learn how terrible and prevalent HCV is and how few people know about it. So the next time you're discussing pandemics or fretting about the bird flu, stop and think about the pandemic that is already loose upon the world. Everyone needs to be aware of Hepatitis C!
World Hepatitis Day is on May 19. Find out more at Am I Number 12?.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Good thing I'm not claustrophobic
I've had my morning chuckle already. I got into the hospital at 8:20 yesterday and still ended up being 5 minutes late into the office. Why's that? Because the newly renovated elevator decided to stop working just after I, and 10 other people got on it.
I think it was the first day the elevator was put into comission since it was renovated. We all piled into it, pushing our various floor buttons, and then the elevator sank several inches while the doors closed. Everything went still, followed by an electronic voice saying, "We are experiencing minor difficulties." Heh.
The safety features in the elevator left a lot to be desired. The people near the doors tried hitting a bunch of buttons but nothing was working. (I was at the back of the elevator.) The elevator told us to hit the alarm button but no one responded. I guess that someone finally found the "call an operator" button because an operator called into the elevator saying that she'd find someone.
Annoyingly, the woman nearest the control panel kept pushing the alarm button even though no one was obviously paying attention. Another few minutes crept by and she called the operator again. Unfortunately it seemed like the operator can't tell who's phoning her (e.g. no call display) so we had to go through the spiel again. I just thought it was obnoxious because the woman who was leaning on the alarm button told the operator, "Can you please hurry, it's getting really hot in here!" Yes, it was uncomfortably warm, but she was only saying it to try to make it seem like an emergency to get us out.
Another minute went by before someone finally called to us through the doors. The asked us to hit the "door open" button first. Gee, you think we didn't try that? They finally ended up having to pry the doors open to let us out. LOL. The whole experience wouldn't have been so bad, but it was too bloody hot in the elevator!
The only other elevator issue I've had was that I once accidentally hit the emergency call button in an elevator at Carleton University. The buttons in that elevator were really really low, and each was the size of my palm. I was juggling a bunch of grocery bags and accidentally knocked one bag against the button and then I had to wait for someone to answer so I could assure them it was a mistake.
I think it was the first day the elevator was put into comission since it was renovated. We all piled into it, pushing our various floor buttons, and then the elevator sank several inches while the doors closed. Everything went still, followed by an electronic voice saying, "We are experiencing minor difficulties." Heh.
The safety features in the elevator left a lot to be desired. The people near the doors tried hitting a bunch of buttons but nothing was working. (I was at the back of the elevator.) The elevator told us to hit the alarm button but no one responded. I guess that someone finally found the "call an operator" button because an operator called into the elevator saying that she'd find someone.
Annoyingly, the woman nearest the control panel kept pushing the alarm button even though no one was obviously paying attention. Another few minutes crept by and she called the operator again. Unfortunately it seemed like the operator can't tell who's phoning her (e.g. no call display) so we had to go through the spiel again. I just thought it was obnoxious because the woman who was leaning on the alarm button told the operator, "Can you please hurry, it's getting really hot in here!" Yes, it was uncomfortably warm, but she was only saying it to try to make it seem like an emergency to get us out.
Another minute went by before someone finally called to us through the doors. The asked us to hit the "door open" button first. Gee, you think we didn't try that? They finally ended up having to pry the doors open to let us out. LOL. The whole experience wouldn't have been so bad, but it was too bloody hot in the elevator!
The only other elevator issue I've had was that I once accidentally hit the emergency call button in an elevator at Carleton University. The buttons in that elevator were really really low, and each was the size of my palm. I was juggling a bunch of grocery bags and accidentally knocked one bag against the button and then I had to wait for someone to answer so I could assure them it was a mistake.
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
First solo shag pad
I'd like to give you all a tour of my apartment. This is the first apartment I've never had a roommate in. It took awhile to get used to, and my tendency to talk to myself has drastically increased, but now I love living on my own! (The main reason being that I can be a total slob with no one to judge me.)
It was a minor miracle that I found this place. I'm sure I mentioned it before, but I moved to Toronto without having a place to live. I was so stressed out in my first week from new-job-jitters and having to learn a big new city that I didn't have the time nor incentive to hunt for a ridiculously expensive apartment.
I was feeling guilty for having mooched off my friends (they were kind enough to put me up on their couches/floors) so I ended up looking at apartments on craigslist. I called a bunch but none were grabbing my attention. And just when I was about to call it quits, I decided to give one more listing a try. It was a basement apartment, but oh-so-pretty.
To shorten my story, I managed to see the apartment the very next day (it had only been listed the night before!) and before I knew it, I was signing a lease! The first week I literally had NO furniture. I slept on a sleeping bag on the hardwood floor with my stuff scattered around. You have no idea how lonely it is to hear the room echo when you're alone in a strange city!My parents and middle sibling along with her BF helped move my stuff down the following weekend. It went really fast, but 5 years of student living didn't really give me a lot of actual furniture. The only things I had were my computer desk, bed, dresser (which was actually my parents', but I annexed it) and couple of cheap drawers from Walmart. Luckily my middle sibling donated an end table and a couple of chairs which served as my "couch" for the next month or so.
A trip to IKEA got me a couple of bar stools, a shelf, another end table, a TV stand, etc. I also ordered a couch from the Brick. The problem with the shelf that I bought was that my ceilings were too low for it to fit!!! We ended up having to literally SAW OFF THE BOTTOM! It looks good - you can't even tell that it was "modified" but I was horrified at the destruction of my brand new furniture!
A couple days later, the Brick came to deliver my couch. Again, nothing can happen easily for me. I had been really concerned that the couch would be too big to fit down the stairs. My parents assured me over and over again that it would fit. And lo and behold, they were right. The problem though was that the couch was too tall (again, the ceilings were too low) that the delivery guys could not angle it into my living room! Long story short, the Brick ended up taking it back to the warehouse and I got store credit for it, which my sister was able to sell to a friend for me, so I came out no less poorer than when I started. Phew.
On another trip to visit me, my parents offered to pick up a futon for me and deliver it themselves, saving me the hassle of dealing with the Brick again (I have a hate-on for that store now). Although I despise futons, I caved, needing something other than the small IKEA chair to sit on.
So now you can see my shag pad in its fully furnished glory! My only beef with the place is that it's a basement apartment. It's so cold in the winter. Luckily my landlord who lives above me is relatively quiet. Plus, the apartment is in a ridiculously convenient location! I'm sad because I'll have to leave it behind when I move to Montreal...
Bedroom 1, Bedroom 2, Bedroom 3
Bathroom 1, bathroom 2
Living area 2
Electronically mugged!
You hear about it all the time but never think it could happen to you. Well, it can. And I'm proof! Identity theft!
I went to an ATM last night after work to withdraw some money. Bzzt. "Transaction denied." I'm like, "Huh?" So I try again. Same result. I figure it must just be that the machine isn't working so I go to another local bank and try their machine. Nope, the problem's still there.
I end up going back to my office to check my online banking balance... and just about throw up. I see that there's been a $500 withdrawal from a bank machine and another purchase for $85... Neither of which I did.
I immediately called PC Financial and tell them the situation. Lucky for me they had already cancelled my debit card. They set up an investigation and told me that I'd probably get my money back in 5 to 10 business days. Even more lucky for me, I came into work the next day and there was a message from them. I called them back and now I should have the money back by tomorrow! Apparently the withdrawals were happening in Quebec!!!
It's crazy how fast this happened! I'm 90% sure that my card information was "stolen" when I went to the St. Lawrence market this weekend. That's the only ATM I've used in awhile. It's also embarassing to know that I was careless enough that someone saw my PIN! I'm hoping that I at least got duped by a smart thief who installed a mini camera or something, because I normally do make a slight effort to hide my PIN and whatnot. Oh well, my lesson has been learned and I'm going to be a total paranoid freak from now on.
I went to an ATM last night after work to withdraw some money. Bzzt. "Transaction denied." I'm like, "Huh?" So I try again. Same result. I figure it must just be that the machine isn't working so I go to another local bank and try their machine. Nope, the problem's still there.
I end up going back to my office to check my online banking balance... and just about throw up. I see that there's been a $500 withdrawal from a bank machine and another purchase for $85... Neither of which I did.
I immediately called PC Financial and tell them the situation. Lucky for me they had already cancelled my debit card. They set up an investigation and told me that I'd probably get my money back in 5 to 10 business days. Even more lucky for me, I came into work the next day and there was a message from them. I called them back and now I should have the money back by tomorrow! Apparently the withdrawals were happening in Quebec!!!
It's crazy how fast this happened! I'm 90% sure that my card information was "stolen" when I went to the St. Lawrence market this weekend. That's the only ATM I've used in awhile. It's also embarassing to know that I was careless enough that someone saw my PIN! I'm hoping that I at least got duped by a smart thief who installed a mini camera or something, because I normally do make a slight effort to hide my PIN and whatnot. Oh well, my lesson has been learned and I'm going to be a total paranoid freak from now on.
Lost in cyberspace
For over a month now, I've been emailing a colleague at the Canadian Liver Foundation, asking her for information. She didn't send it, didn't send it, etc. Finally I called her and left a voicemail, asking for the info because I really needed it.
When I returned to my desk, there was a voicemail from her stating, "So Maureen, I'm getting the impression you haven't been receiving my emails!" We managed to figure out that for some reason, her emails were randomly being lost in cyberspace! I received 1 out of 10 emails she sent! Normally I'd blame the users, but in this case we're both computer savvy people.
After a bit of detective work, we found out that I couldn't receive any emails from the CLF. We both called our IT people to ask them to sort out the problem. It was funny watching them start to communicate. (Note, these conversations are not verbatim.) The CLF's guy wrote, "Well our logs show that the emails were sent properly." The UHN people respond, "Well our logs show that Maureen has only received emails on this, this, and this day." and so on.
I'd got a couple of phone calls from the CLF's IT dude asking, "Maureen, did you receive Karen's email?" And of course I hadn't. Finally today the CLF managed to figure out the problem, not that I understand what the problem was. Apparently the lost emails were due to an AVG smtp outgoing scanner. *blink blink*
The whole ordeal was so odd though. I'm so used to emailing people that suddenly not having the ability to get the information easily was a huge issue. I'd send her an email and then realize, "Oh wait, she can't reply!" We started joking about how I could email her and she'd reply with smoke signals.
When I returned to my desk, there was a voicemail from her stating, "So Maureen, I'm getting the impression you haven't been receiving my emails!" We managed to figure out that for some reason, her emails were randomly being lost in cyberspace! I received 1 out of 10 emails she sent! Normally I'd blame the users, but in this case we're both computer savvy people.
After a bit of detective work, we found out that I couldn't receive any emails from the CLF. We both called our IT people to ask them to sort out the problem. It was funny watching them start to communicate. (Note, these conversations are not verbatim.) The CLF's guy wrote, "Well our logs show that the emails were sent properly." The UHN people respond, "Well our logs show that Maureen has only received emails on this, this, and this day." and so on.
I'd got a couple of phone calls from the CLF's IT dude asking, "Maureen, did you receive Karen's email?" And of course I hadn't. Finally today the CLF managed to figure out the problem, not that I understand what the problem was. Apparently the lost emails were due to an AVG smtp outgoing scanner. *blink blink*
The whole ordeal was so odd though. I'm so used to emailing people that suddenly not having the ability to get the information easily was a huge issue. I'd send her an email and then realize, "Oh wait, she can't reply!" We started joking about how I could email her and she'd reply with smoke signals.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Proper incentive
I have recently discovered that, given the proper incentive, I can be very athletic if needed.
To get in and out of my basement apartment, I have to go through my landlord's backyard which is surrounded by a 7 foot (minimum) fence and has a two way locked gate. Apparently the deadbolt on the gate isn't meant for extreme temperatures though. I've had a few mornings where I couldn't unlock the gate because the bolt was frozen in place.
The first time this happened, I ended up having to wake up my landlord and walk through his apartment to escape via his front door. Since then, he's provided me with an extension cord so that I can use my hairdryer to blowdry my way to freedom. :)
Now, this is all well and dandy, but then I ran into a different dilemma. What happens when I'm coming back home and the gate is frozen? This happened to me on Tuesday night. I had come back from my cooking class, it's 10:00pm, I'm tired and cold. I go to unlock the gate, and my key won't turn.
Me, being the totally couth and ladylike person that I am immediately start thinking, "Oh my fucking God!" Along with several other expletives. I wouldn't have been in such a panic, but you see, earlier in the day I received an email from my landlord, informing me that he was going to be in Columbia until the end of the month. Of course, I didn't think to write down the contact details of his friend that he gave me either.
So here I am, trying to defrost my lock with the de-icer I carry in my purse, the warmth from my hand, etc. (And of course I'm freezing my butt off the entire time because of the arctic temperatures that were plaguing Canada at the time.) One of the neighbours came by and we tried to brainstorm how to get in.
Finally I cracked and asked the neighbour to act as moral support while I attempted the impossible. I decided to climb the 7-8 foot fence! This wouldn't be such an ordeal, but the fence isn't the most sturdy thing in the world - it leans over, and it's a privacy fence, so the wooden slats are really close together so you can't put your feet in between the slats! Thankfully there was a short cement column at one corner of the fence, so I used that to get a boost up and by some minor miracle I climbed that damned fence! I had to fall about a foot down to reach the ground on the other side, but I made it safely!
And lucky for me too that the neighbour was ethical because I had left my purse, coat, bag, etc. all on the other side of the fence (didn't want to risk getting them caught while I was climbing). He was kind enough to hand them over to me when the ordeal was through! LOL
To get in and out of my basement apartment, I have to go through my landlord's backyard which is surrounded by a 7 foot (minimum) fence and has a two way locked gate. Apparently the deadbolt on the gate isn't meant for extreme temperatures though. I've had a few mornings where I couldn't unlock the gate because the bolt was frozen in place.
The first time this happened, I ended up having to wake up my landlord and walk through his apartment to escape via his front door. Since then, he's provided me with an extension cord so that I can use my hairdryer to blowdry my way to freedom. :)
Now, this is all well and dandy, but then I ran into a different dilemma. What happens when I'm coming back home and the gate is frozen? This happened to me on Tuesday night. I had come back from my cooking class, it's 10:00pm, I'm tired and cold. I go to unlock the gate, and my key won't turn.
Me, being the totally couth and ladylike person that I am immediately start thinking, "Oh my fucking God!" Along with several other expletives. I wouldn't have been in such a panic, but you see, earlier in the day I received an email from my landlord, informing me that he was going to be in Columbia until the end of the month. Of course, I didn't think to write down the contact details of his friend that he gave me either.
So here I am, trying to defrost my lock with the de-icer I carry in my purse, the warmth from my hand, etc. (And of course I'm freezing my butt off the entire time because of the arctic temperatures that were plaguing Canada at the time.) One of the neighbours came by and we tried to brainstorm how to get in.
Finally I cracked and asked the neighbour to act as moral support while I attempted the impossible. I decided to climb the 7-8 foot fence! This wouldn't be such an ordeal, but the fence isn't the most sturdy thing in the world - it leans over, and it's a privacy fence, so the wooden slats are really close together so you can't put your feet in between the slats! Thankfully there was a short cement column at one corner of the fence, so I used that to get a boost up and by some minor miracle I climbed that damned fence! I had to fall about a foot down to reach the ground on the other side, but I made it safely!
And lucky for me too that the neighbour was ethical because I had left my purse, coat, bag, etc. all on the other side of the fence (didn't want to risk getting them caught while I was climbing). He was kind enough to hand them over to me when the ordeal was through! LOL
I am not a statue
Before Christmas I had an incident with pigeons. I was braving a snowstorm to go out and buy some milk. Along the way I had to walk through a flock of pigeons.
Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but when you get too close to pigeons, they're supposed to fly away, right? At least, that's how it's supposed to work? Right? Right?!
Not so in this case. When I started getting close to them, yes, they started flying, but instead of flying away from me, they flew upwards and hovered in the air around me. They were so close that I actually felt their wings beating against me! I was beyond freaked out. I ducked and started scurrying along, but the little beasts continued to follow me for several meters!
It wasn't until I was going back home that I found out why they acted as they did. It turns out some guy had been feeding them. He was there when I was returning. I made a small joking comment to the effect of, "Oh, so you're the reason why the pigeons attacked me!"
The man got a bit defensive and replied (rather snarkily or so I thought), "Well they have to eat too!"
I personally have no sympathy for pigeons or any kind of bird during the winter. They've survived hundreds of years without our help in feeding them in the depths of the season, and let's face it, pigeons are scavengers - they'll eat practically anything! Even more amusingly, the guy was feeding them literally across the street from a homeless shelter. I can't help but think that's just really unclassy!
Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but when you get too close to pigeons, they're supposed to fly away, right? At least, that's how it's supposed to work? Right? Right?!
Not so in this case. When I started getting close to them, yes, they started flying, but instead of flying away from me, they flew upwards and hovered in the air around me. They were so close that I actually felt their wings beating against me! I was beyond freaked out. I ducked and started scurrying along, but the little beasts continued to follow me for several meters!
It wasn't until I was going back home that I found out why they acted as they did. It turns out some guy had been feeding them. He was there when I was returning. I made a small joking comment to the effect of, "Oh, so you're the reason why the pigeons attacked me!"
The man got a bit defensive and replied (rather snarkily or so I thought), "Well they have to eat too!"
I personally have no sympathy for pigeons or any kind of bird during the winter. They've survived hundreds of years without our help in feeding them in the depths of the season, and let's face it, pigeons are scavengers - they'll eat practically anything! Even more amusingly, the guy was feeding them literally across the street from a homeless shelter. I can't help but think that's just really unclassy!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
This is the voicemail that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends....
Hospital voicemail systems have the longest messages in the world. It's very aggravating when I call someone, get their voicemail, and just want to leave a quick message. Instead of a generic message saying, "Hi, you've reached so and so, please leave a number," a lot of the voicemail messages here say, "Hi, you've reached so and so. I'm not available to take your call right now. If this is a medical emergency, please contact your family doctor or visit the nearest emergency centre. I will be out of the office from date to date inclusively. If this is a clinical matter, you may contact so and so at extension blah blah blah. If this is a research matter, please call so and so at extension blah blah blah. For all other concerns, please leave a voicemail with your full name, patient number, and a phone number you can be reached at."
It's even worse when you know the person is out of the office but need to leave a voicemail anyways. In that case, it's like a ticking time bomb of aggravation and I end up tapping my foot impatiently, afraid to not pay attention lest I miss the beep.
P.S.
Jill - don't gimme none of that crap about me not posting on my blog anymore! You apparently just don't visit here enough! You're still stuck on your smiling heavens in Australia post!
It's even worse when you know the person is out of the office but need to leave a voicemail anyways. In that case, it's like a ticking time bomb of aggravation and I end up tapping my foot impatiently, afraid to not pay attention lest I miss the beep.
P.S.
Jill - don't gimme none of that crap about me not posting on my blog anymore! You apparently just don't visit here enough! You're still stuck on your smiling heavens in Australia post!
Monday, December 22, 2008
Checklist
Highlight the things you have done.
1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars.
3. Played in a band.
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset (or both.)
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors (kinda hard not to)
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing (indoors)
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies (Okay, it was Brownie cookies. Same diff.)
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible (!!! Excuse me as I laugh hysterically...)
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
100. Read an entire book in one day
1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars.
3. Played in a band.
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset (or both.)
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors (kinda hard not to)
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing (indoors)
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies (Okay, it was Brownie cookies. Same diff.)
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible (!!! Excuse me as I laugh hysterically...)
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
100. Read an entire book in one day
Saturday, December 13, 2008
The other side of the tracks
Since moving to Toronto, I've encountered many lower class and poor people. Mostly I don't pay attention to them and they ignore me. I don't give money to homeless people. I'll donate money to homeless shelters or soup kitchens at times, but I don't give money to the people directly. It's sad at times to see the kinds of people who live on the street.
One day on the streetcar, one homeless gentleman kindly moved his stuff off the seat beside him so I could sit down. He was very polite but I'll admit that cultural conditioning made me feel uncomfortable sitting beside him at all. I took off my gloves and he tried talking to me, mentioning how he used to have 6 pairs of gloves but they got stolen, etc. I made a comment about it being too bad, and then pulled out my book so I could ignore him in the politest possible way. I couldn't help but feel worse for this guy because he must have had Parkinson's or something. He couldn't control his body - he was shaky, his head kept jerking in my direction, etc. I can't help but wonder what kind of life he has had to end up where he is now.
When I first moved here, a homeless woman came on the streetcar one evening and announced very loudly, "Excuse me ladies and gentlemen, I haven't had anything to eat in 3 days and am starving," and then she proceeded to go up to every person in the car begging for money. Again, I wondered what her life must be like, to have to debase herself so much as to make announcements like that - it must take a lot of courage, and humiliation, to have to do that kind of thing.
When I mentioned this occurrence to my friend Michelle, she told me that she knew of the woman and that the lady was only really after money for drugs. I didn't really argue with Michelle because let's face it, that's the case at times, but I couldn't help but wonder if maybe she was just being too cavalier about the subject, or just biased.
Last night while I was waiting inside the streetcar stop (just a 3 sided shelter with clear walls to protect you against the wind), the same black woman came in. I assumed she would ask me for money and I strategically turned away so I could ignore her until the moment came. I could see her reflection in one of the windows. She was muttering and smoking. I saw her squat down and I assumed she was just cold and wrapping her arms around herself. But then I heard a splat, splat, splat sound. I thought she was throwing up or something, so I glanced backwards. That's when I realized she had copped a squat, pulled down her pants, and was peeing inside the shelter.
I was horrified. There were a gazillion other places nearby where she could have urinated and the fact that she chose to do so in the shelter with me less than a meter away totally freaked me out. I barreled out of the shelter and was relieved to see the streetcar coming. By this point, I was disturbed at even standing next to her. We both got on the streetcar and I managed to secure a seat by myself. (I was terrified that she would try to sit beside me.) A bit of the way down the street, she started licking her hand - like a dog would. Bit long wet smacking laps up and down her fingers. Thankfully she got off at a stop before I did.
The whole occurrence really disturbed me. Obviously the woman was high/strung out/whatever and Michelle was right. I just wonder what happened to bring the woman to such depths that she would urinate in a shelter right beside one of the most busiest intersections in Toronto. What kind of events could bring someone so low? It's seeing things like this that really makes me appreciate the life that I've had and continue to have.
One day on the streetcar, one homeless gentleman kindly moved his stuff off the seat beside him so I could sit down. He was very polite but I'll admit that cultural conditioning made me feel uncomfortable sitting beside him at all. I took off my gloves and he tried talking to me, mentioning how he used to have 6 pairs of gloves but they got stolen, etc. I made a comment about it being too bad, and then pulled out my book so I could ignore him in the politest possible way. I couldn't help but feel worse for this guy because he must have had Parkinson's or something. He couldn't control his body - he was shaky, his head kept jerking in my direction, etc. I can't help but wonder what kind of life he has had to end up where he is now.
When I first moved here, a homeless woman came on the streetcar one evening and announced very loudly, "Excuse me ladies and gentlemen, I haven't had anything to eat in 3 days and am starving," and then she proceeded to go up to every person in the car begging for money. Again, I wondered what her life must be like, to have to debase herself so much as to make announcements like that - it must take a lot of courage, and humiliation, to have to do that kind of thing.
When I mentioned this occurrence to my friend Michelle, she told me that she knew of the woman and that the lady was only really after money for drugs. I didn't really argue with Michelle because let's face it, that's the case at times, but I couldn't help but wonder if maybe she was just being too cavalier about the subject, or just biased.
Last night while I was waiting inside the streetcar stop (just a 3 sided shelter with clear walls to protect you against the wind), the same black woman came in. I assumed she would ask me for money and I strategically turned away so I could ignore her until the moment came. I could see her reflection in one of the windows. She was muttering and smoking. I saw her squat down and I assumed she was just cold and wrapping her arms around herself. But then I heard a splat, splat, splat sound. I thought she was throwing up or something, so I glanced backwards. That's when I realized she had copped a squat, pulled down her pants, and was peeing inside the shelter.
I was horrified. There were a gazillion other places nearby where she could have urinated and the fact that she chose to do so in the shelter with me less than a meter away totally freaked me out. I barreled out of the shelter and was relieved to see the streetcar coming. By this point, I was disturbed at even standing next to her. We both got on the streetcar and I managed to secure a seat by myself. (I was terrified that she would try to sit beside me.) A bit of the way down the street, she started licking her hand - like a dog would. Bit long wet smacking laps up and down her fingers. Thankfully she got off at a stop before I did.
The whole occurrence really disturbed me. Obviously the woman was high/strung out/whatever and Michelle was right. I just wonder what happened to bring the woman to such depths that she would urinate in a shelter right beside one of the most busiest intersections in Toronto. What kind of events could bring someone so low? It's seeing things like this that really makes me appreciate the life that I've had and continue to have.
Stuck
Getting to work shouldn't be difficult. I wish I could say that was the case on Wednesday this week. I got FROZEN into my backyard and ended up being 20 minutes late to work!
To get in and out of my apartment, I have to go through my landlord's backyard which is surrounded by a fence taller than I am. The only point of entry in the fence is a gate with a bolt that can only be released by key. The problem was, the lock was frozen closed!
I have never ever had to deal with frozen locks before, so I ended up going downstairs, getting some warm water (the fastest solution, although I know that it would just freeze over again) and a pack of matches. I also phoned home, waking up my mom and dad to see if they had a better idea on the spur of the moment. Nope. Water it was.
I troop back upstairs and outside and manage to melt the ice in the lock so I can finally get my key into the hole... But, alas! The key wouldn't turn! The entire BOLT was frozen! Due to the shape of the gate opening, I couldn't maneuver anything into the gap to try to de-ice the bolt. I thought of getting my hair dryer out, but I didn't have an extension cord long enough to reach the fence! By this time, 20 minutes had passed and I was getting worried about being so late to work. (I had already taken a moment to email my coworker to let her know that I'd be late - turns out that I spelled her email address wrong and she never got the message. Oops!)
I would have tried climbing the fence, but it's not the most sturdy thing in the world - it leans over, so if I were to try to climb it, it would probably collapse. And only sturdy portion of the fence is the part where there's a coniferous tree in front of it... I didn't feel like being tackled by pine needles while trying to manage my escape.
I finally ended up calling my landlord. Crap. The call goes straight to voicemail. My last recourse was to start banging on his backdoor. Thank God he was home for once! LOL, he ended up letting me through his house and out his front door and later on, he fixed the gate so that I could at least get back into my apartment later that evening.
I now own my first bottle of lock de-icer. And, the landlord has provided an extension cord just in case there's another fiasco like this again
To get in and out of my apartment, I have to go through my landlord's backyard which is surrounded by a fence taller than I am. The only point of entry in the fence is a gate with a bolt that can only be released by key. The problem was, the lock was frozen closed!
I have never ever had to deal with frozen locks before, so I ended up going downstairs, getting some warm water (the fastest solution, although I know that it would just freeze over again) and a pack of matches. I also phoned home, waking up my mom and dad to see if they had a better idea on the spur of the moment. Nope. Water it was.
I troop back upstairs and outside and manage to melt the ice in the lock so I can finally get my key into the hole... But, alas! The key wouldn't turn! The entire BOLT was frozen! Due to the shape of the gate opening, I couldn't maneuver anything into the gap to try to de-ice the bolt. I thought of getting my hair dryer out, but I didn't have an extension cord long enough to reach the fence! By this time, 20 minutes had passed and I was getting worried about being so late to work. (I had already taken a moment to email my coworker to let her know that I'd be late - turns out that I spelled her email address wrong and she never got the message. Oops!)
I would have tried climbing the fence, but it's not the most sturdy thing in the world - it leans over, so if I were to try to climb it, it would probably collapse. And only sturdy portion of the fence is the part where there's a coniferous tree in front of it... I didn't feel like being tackled by pine needles while trying to manage my escape.
I finally ended up calling my landlord. Crap. The call goes straight to voicemail. My last recourse was to start banging on his backdoor. Thank God he was home for once! LOL, he ended up letting me through his house and out his front door and later on, he fixed the gate so that I could at least get back into my apartment later that evening.
I now own my first bottle of lock de-icer. And, the landlord has provided an extension cord just in case there's another fiasco like this again
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Cell phone woes
Wow, it's been a long time since I've posted anything relevant to my current circumstances. Nothing terribly exciting has happened recently, I thought I'd share a fiasco that occurred back when I first moved to Toronto.
As mentioned, I'm renting a basement apartment. When I agreed to rent it, I never thought about cell phone reception. It wasn't until the first week I was there that I realized I couldn't get a cell phone signal in the place! If I wanted to make a call, I had to walk to a window and hold my cell phone far away to get a tiny signal.
Since I figured I couldn't get reception, I signed up for a landline. I got the cheapest package available (like $14 a month). Two weeks later my family came to visit and that's when I found out that every other cell phone company got cell phone reception in my basement! It was only Bell, and companies that use Bell cell phone towers that didn't work in my apartment! I was so mad!
I love having a cell phone. There seemed to be no point in keeping both a cell phone and a landline, so I decided to cancel my landline, break my Bell cell phone contract (I still had about 8 months left on it), and get a phone with Fido. Well, all this was easier said than done.
When I went to get my Fido phone, I found out that I could have my old Bell cell phone number transferred over to my Fido phone. I was like, "Yay! Now I don't have to tell everyone my new number." (I had only gotten my Toronto number a couple weeks earlier when I first moved to the area.)
To transfer my phone number, I had to get my Bell account number first. So I went to the Bell store and told them that I needed my account number. The lady just asked for my phone number and gave it to me then and there with no problem. I troupe back down to Fido, give them my phone number and account number... There's a small error, but the transfer goes through. Yay! I have a Fido phone number now.
The problem is, about 15 minutes later, I start getting phone calls for someone named Kevin. It wasn't till 30 minutes later that I realized I gave Fido and Bell the WRONG CELL PHONE NUMBER. (As I said, I had only had my phone number for a couple of weeks and hadn't memorized it yet.) I gave the lady at Bell the wrong number, so she gave me the correct account number for the wrong phone number. And that's why the number transfer went through Fido. Essentially I stole someone else's phone number! I now realize that the reason I gave the wrong phone number is that I gave Fido my old Ottawa phone number but I used a Toronto area code.
Long story short, I had to wait until the next day before I could sort out the mixup, and I ended up being on the phone with Fido and Bell for nearly 3 hours trying to give back "Kevin's" phone number. Then, a month later, Fido tried to bill me nearly $500 for breaking a contract (because I had bought a phone and returned it the next day). Luckily the phone call to fix that mistake only lasted a few minutes.
As mentioned, I'm renting a basement apartment. When I agreed to rent it, I never thought about cell phone reception. It wasn't until the first week I was there that I realized I couldn't get a cell phone signal in the place! If I wanted to make a call, I had to walk to a window and hold my cell phone far away to get a tiny signal.
Since I figured I couldn't get reception, I signed up for a landline. I got the cheapest package available (like $14 a month). Two weeks later my family came to visit and that's when I found out that every other cell phone company got cell phone reception in my basement! It was only Bell, and companies that use Bell cell phone towers that didn't work in my apartment! I was so mad!
I love having a cell phone. There seemed to be no point in keeping both a cell phone and a landline, so I decided to cancel my landline, break my Bell cell phone contract (I still had about 8 months left on it), and get a phone with Fido. Well, all this was easier said than done.
When I went to get my Fido phone, I found out that I could have my old Bell cell phone number transferred over to my Fido phone. I was like, "Yay! Now I don't have to tell everyone my new number." (I had only gotten my Toronto number a couple weeks earlier when I first moved to the area.)
To transfer my phone number, I had to get my Bell account number first. So I went to the Bell store and told them that I needed my account number. The lady just asked for my phone number and gave it to me then and there with no problem. I troupe back down to Fido, give them my phone number and account number... There's a small error, but the transfer goes through. Yay! I have a Fido phone number now.
The problem is, about 15 minutes later, I start getting phone calls for someone named Kevin. It wasn't till 30 minutes later that I realized I gave Fido and Bell the WRONG CELL PHONE NUMBER. (As I said, I had only had my phone number for a couple of weeks and hadn't memorized it yet.) I gave the lady at Bell the wrong number, so she gave me the correct account number for the wrong phone number. And that's why the number transfer went through Fido. Essentially I stole someone else's phone number! I now realize that the reason I gave the wrong phone number is that I gave Fido my old Ottawa phone number but I used a Toronto area code.
Long story short, I had to wait until the next day before I could sort out the mixup, and I ended up being on the phone with Fido and Bell for nearly 3 hours trying to give back "Kevin's" phone number. Then, a month later, Fido tried to bill me nearly $500 for breaking a contract (because I had bought a phone and returned it the next day). Luckily the phone call to fix that mistake only lasted a few minutes.
Monday, December 08, 2008
Useless
You'd think that a city with over 4 million people, they'd have a better library system. Ugh.
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Another poem (not by me)
One of my old friends from university (okay, we only had one class together ever and haven't seen/talked since) recently posted the first draft of a poem she wrote on her blog. I read it and was enthralled. So I've taken it upon myself to pimp it out. Without further ado, here's "The Violence of Fall" by Katherine S.
The Violence of Fall
It is reported that
The sheeplike trees,
Tended by the gentle warmth of May,
Watered along June’s fickle streams
Growing thick with fleece under the humid July
Greenhouse glass,
mirrored in high-flying August clouds,
Were murdered the night of September 8th.
Fleece felled,
Unsuspectingly assailed by volley upon volley
Of steel-forged drops,
Quietly pricked by the razor-breath of winter
Until jaundice spread through finger-veins,
And blood-bright vessels danced beneath the skin.
Battered and bruised by wind-whips,
Stripped to the bone.
And the distant sun,
When it peered above the hill,
Could barely find the remains of summer’s flocks
Among the feverish pools of mustard
And bloody torn leaves
That soaked the skeleton stems.
The Violence of Fall
It is reported that
The sheeplike trees,
Tended by the gentle warmth of May,
Watered along June’s fickle streams
Growing thick with fleece under the humid July
Greenhouse glass,
mirrored in high-flying August clouds,
Were murdered the night of September 8th.
Fleece felled,
Unsuspectingly assailed by volley upon volley
Of steel-forged drops,
Quietly pricked by the razor-breath of winter
Until jaundice spread through finger-veins,
And blood-bright vessels danced beneath the skin.
Battered and bruised by wind-whips,
Stripped to the bone.
And the distant sun,
When it peered above the hill,
Could barely find the remains of summer’s flocks
Among the feverish pools of mustard
And bloody torn leaves
That soaked the skeleton stems.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Welcoming package
I unexpectedly had to go to Montreal for the past four days for work. The Doctor who's taking over the program I'm working for asked for my help on some paperwork. I was asked on Tuesday and by Thursday I was in Montreal. I asked him for a couple of hotel recommendations and ended up booking a room at Le Roberval.
On my first night there, I crashed relatively early because I was exhausted. (Getting up for a 9am flight will do that to you.) At midnight though, I woke up for no apparent reason. Then I realized I was woken up by the sound of someone knocking on my door. I wasn't about to get out of bed and see who it was, so I ignored it and heard them leave.
Just as I was falling asleep again, the phone rang. It was the front desk. The woman on the phone asks me, "Hi there, did you hire an escort?" [Read: Prostitute - my hotel was close to the red light district.]
I'm like, "What? No."
The woman replies, "Oh, sorry." And then before she hangs up, I hear her saying to someone else, "A woman answered. You have the wrong room."
I managed to fall back asleep, but the next day I joked with the Doctor, thanking him for arranging the welcoming package to Montreal. :)
On my first night there, I crashed relatively early because I was exhausted. (Getting up for a 9am flight will do that to you.) At midnight though, I woke up for no apparent reason. Then I realized I was woken up by the sound of someone knocking on my door. I wasn't about to get out of bed and see who it was, so I ignored it and heard them leave.
Just as I was falling asleep again, the phone rang. It was the front desk. The woman on the phone asks me, "Hi there, did you hire an escort?" [Read: Prostitute - my hotel was close to the red light district.]
I'm like, "What? No."
The woman replies, "Oh, sorry." And then before she hangs up, I hear her saying to someone else, "A woman answered. You have the wrong room."
I managed to fall back asleep, but the next day I joked with the Doctor, thanking him for arranging the welcoming package to Montreal. :)
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Truly an international city
I cannot believe how small this world can be. I was walking around Toronto's Eaton Centre a couple of weeks ago when I thought I recognized someone from my time in Hong Kong. I wasn't sure it was her though, so I called out, "Vris?" Lo and behold, the girl turns around and it IS Vris!
I met Vris through my friend Minnie when I was in HK. We didn't hang out all that much, but we did spend Chinese New Year's together with a bunch of other people while renting an apartment on Lantau island for a few days. She was super nice and fun to hang out with.
Prior to moving to Toronto, Minnie told me through Facebook that Vris was coming to Canada, to the University of Waterloo (where I studied!) for an exchange! The day that I saw her, she was in Toronto shopping with another former exchange student who apparently arrived in HK right after I left.
I just couldn't believe that I could run into someone from Hong Kong in the largest city in Canada! It's crazy!
I met Vris through my friend Minnie when I was in HK. We didn't hang out all that much, but we did spend Chinese New Year's together with a bunch of other people while renting an apartment on Lantau island for a few days. She was super nice and fun to hang out with.
Prior to moving to Toronto, Minnie told me through Facebook that Vris was coming to Canada, to the University of Waterloo (where I studied!) for an exchange! The day that I saw her, she was in Toronto shopping with another former exchange student who apparently arrived in HK right after I left.
I just couldn't believe that I could run into someone from Hong Kong in the largest city in Canada! It's crazy!
Friday, September 19, 2008
Morning calm
The one thing I look forward to about going to work every is walking by Alexandra Park. There's nothing special about the place - it's just a regular city part.
What I enjoy about it is the people. It's close to Chinatown, so every morning there are little old Chinese men and women there doing their morning exercises. My absolute favourite moment though is watching the group doing Tai Chi on the baseball diamond. They look so serene going through their movements with the sun shining on them.
What I enjoy about it is the people. It's close to Chinatown, so every morning there are little old Chinese men and women there doing their morning exercises. My absolute favourite moment though is watching the group doing Tai Chi on the baseball diamond. They look so serene going through their movements with the sun shining on them.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Convenience food shocker
I'm embarassed and mildly revolted to have to admit that I'm eating, and even enjoying one of those Uncle Ben's Expressions dinners. (You know, the rice and meat in a bag?) Except for the fact that it's a bit salty, I'm enjoying it a great deal.
The only reason I bought it is because I still don't have a microwave in my new apartment, so I needed something I could heat up on a stove without too much effort.
The only reason I bought it is because I still don't have a microwave in my new apartment, so I needed something I could heat up on a stove without too much effort.
Monday, September 01, 2008
Life changes
Wow! After nearly a two month drought, I'm back! With lots of news!
As I'm sure I've mentioned before, I've been job hunting. Well, two weeks ago, I sent my resume to the University Health Network in Toronto at 4:17PM. 8 minutes later, I got an email asking me to come for the first round of interviews. Wow!
Later that night, I found out that my father had the day off, and he was kind enough to offer me a ride to Toronto. So off we rode so I could have an interview for an Administrative Coordinator position.
I wasn't quite sure how the interview went. Some questions went well, but the girl who was interviewing me (and whom I would be replacing) had the greatest poker face in the world, so I was never sure where my answers sat with her. She also told me more about the position itself. Essentially the Admin Coordinator role is responsible for running the National Canadian Research Training Program in Hepatitis C. That includes coordinating weekly web conferences, planning the annual meeting in Banff, and bookkeeping. Yikes!
The interview was on a Wednesday. On Thursday I got the call back to come in on Friday. This time the interview included the same girl as Wednesday as well as the current director of the program, a Dr. Heathcote. The interview was much more a "getting to know the personal side of you" kind of interview. I yammered on and on, all the while thinking, "Shut me up!"
Well, apparently my yammering worked. By the time I arrived home that night, there was an email offering me the job and could I please start on Tuesday? First interview Wednesday, second interview Friday, starting on Tuesday?! They apparently took me a little too literally when I said I could start immediately. Can we say slight panic? I had to pack, buy new clothes, etc. (The clothes were especially important since 3 of my last 4 workplaces were casual environments, so I had nothing to wear that was business casual!)
I kept joking that the planets were aligning with regards to this job. I sent the resume, got the interview within mere minutes, my dad could give me a ride (thus negating a 4 hour bus ride), I got the second interview, and then I got the offer! Yes, the planets aligned indeed!
Oh yeah, one other small problem with starting work on Tuesday. I have no place to live in Toronto. Hrm. This is when I called in favours. My friend from university, Stacy, was kind enough to offer me a place to crash for the first two nights, and my high school friend, Michelle, was nice enough to give up her bed too. (And I literally mean her bed: She doesn't go to bed till 3am whereas I have to be up and at work by 8:30am, so she chose to sleep on the living couch so she could continue to stay up late.)
So essentially I arrived in Toronto on Monday, got my transit passes, found my way to work, etc., and then I started the next day! I can't really tell you what my first week has been like - it has been crazy information overload! I was in training all week and so on. There's so much more to this job than I anticipated. I guess I'll just have to rise to the challenge!
Also, when I applied to this job, I didn't realize just how quite well known the program, or my boss, was! My supervisor (Dr. Heathcote) threw an annual socializing bash at her house on Thursday, and while I was going there with some of my coworkers, I found out that Dr. Heathcote is one of the top three, if not the most well known doctor in her field! Also, the liver clinic where the course is kind of based out of (I say "Kind of" because this is a national program) is also one of the foremost in its field. Yikes! Can we say intimidation factor???
Anyways, as I was saying, I spent my first week going to work and stressing. It probably wouldn't have been too bad, but then I'd come back to my friends' apartments and stress about housing too! I didn't realize how expensive Toronto housing was, and how difficult it would be to find a place! I called and saw a few, but they weren't the greatest, or they had already been rented!
But hooray for me, the planets aligned one more time! On Friday I was looking at apartments online. I half heartedly phoned a bunch to find out more information. I was generally in one of those, "Woe is me" moods - sad, intimidated, etc... The next morning I went to go see one of the apartments that I had made an appointment with.
PRETTY! I was salivating on the floor looking at the place! It's a basement apartment with only two windows but it's newly renovated (heck, they haven't even finished the place!) with its own set of laundry machines! It's so big compared to some of the other places I've seen! I left with the rental application and came back within an hour. I pretty much bullied the landlord into signing the lease (he wasn't going to sign anything till tomorrow) but we worked it out. So tomorrow, assuming the credit he runs on me goes well, I'll move into my new place! (Ignore the fact that it's unfurnished for now - I have a sleeping bag and I went home last night and gathered a plate, frying pan, etc.)
So that's my life in a nutshell. Tomorrow I have an orientation session and then the real work begins! I shall endeavor to update more often now that I have a job and am living in the big city again. :)
As I'm sure I've mentioned before, I've been job hunting. Well, two weeks ago, I sent my resume to the University Health Network in Toronto at 4:17PM. 8 minutes later, I got an email asking me to come for the first round of interviews. Wow!
Later that night, I found out that my father had the day off, and he was kind enough to offer me a ride to Toronto. So off we rode so I could have an interview for an Administrative Coordinator position.
I wasn't quite sure how the interview went. Some questions went well, but the girl who was interviewing me (and whom I would be replacing) had the greatest poker face in the world, so I was never sure where my answers sat with her. She also told me more about the position itself. Essentially the Admin Coordinator role is responsible for running the National Canadian Research Training Program in Hepatitis C. That includes coordinating weekly web conferences, planning the annual meeting in Banff, and bookkeeping. Yikes!
The interview was on a Wednesday. On Thursday I got the call back to come in on Friday. This time the interview included the same girl as Wednesday as well as the current director of the program, a Dr. Heathcote. The interview was much more a "getting to know the personal side of you" kind of interview. I yammered on and on, all the while thinking, "Shut me up!"
Well, apparently my yammering worked. By the time I arrived home that night, there was an email offering me the job and could I please start on Tuesday? First interview Wednesday, second interview Friday, starting on Tuesday?! They apparently took me a little too literally when I said I could start immediately. Can we say slight panic? I had to pack, buy new clothes, etc. (The clothes were especially important since 3 of my last 4 workplaces were casual environments, so I had nothing to wear that was business casual!)
I kept joking that the planets were aligning with regards to this job. I sent the resume, got the interview within mere minutes, my dad could give me a ride (thus negating a 4 hour bus ride), I got the second interview, and then I got the offer! Yes, the planets aligned indeed!
Oh yeah, one other small problem with starting work on Tuesday. I have no place to live in Toronto. Hrm. This is when I called in favours. My friend from university, Stacy, was kind enough to offer me a place to crash for the first two nights, and my high school friend, Michelle, was nice enough to give up her bed too. (And I literally mean her bed: She doesn't go to bed till 3am whereas I have to be up and at work by 8:30am, so she chose to sleep on the living couch so she could continue to stay up late.)
So essentially I arrived in Toronto on Monday, got my transit passes, found my way to work, etc., and then I started the next day! I can't really tell you what my first week has been like - it has been crazy information overload! I was in training all week and so on. There's so much more to this job than I anticipated. I guess I'll just have to rise to the challenge!
Also, when I applied to this job, I didn't realize just how quite well known the program, or my boss, was! My supervisor (Dr. Heathcote) threw an annual socializing bash at her house on Thursday, and while I was going there with some of my coworkers, I found out that Dr. Heathcote is one of the top three, if not the most well known doctor in her field! Also, the liver clinic where the course is kind of based out of (I say "Kind of" because this is a national program) is also one of the foremost in its field. Yikes! Can we say intimidation factor???
Anyways, as I was saying, I spent my first week going to work and stressing. It probably wouldn't have been too bad, but then I'd come back to my friends' apartments and stress about housing too! I didn't realize how expensive Toronto housing was, and how difficult it would be to find a place! I called and saw a few, but they weren't the greatest, or they had already been rented!
But hooray for me, the planets aligned one more time! On Friday I was looking at apartments online. I half heartedly phoned a bunch to find out more information. I was generally in one of those, "Woe is me" moods - sad, intimidated, etc... The next morning I went to go see one of the apartments that I had made an appointment with.
PRETTY! I was salivating on the floor looking at the place! It's a basement apartment with only two windows but it's newly renovated (heck, they haven't even finished the place!) with its own set of laundry machines! It's so big compared to some of the other places I've seen! I left with the rental application and came back within an hour. I pretty much bullied the landlord into signing the lease (he wasn't going to sign anything till tomorrow) but we worked it out. So tomorrow, assuming the credit he runs on me goes well, I'll move into my new place! (Ignore the fact that it's unfurnished for now - I have a sleeping bag and I went home last night and gathered a plate, frying pan, etc.)
So that's my life in a nutshell. Tomorrow I have an orientation session and then the real work begins! I shall endeavor to update more often now that I have a job and am living in the big city again. :)
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