On saturday morning i packed my worldly possessions into the old fairydown and headed off for more adventures,.. i was kind of looking forward to leaving the sactuary that urbania had become, although there was still much to experience and we had put together a nice little posse the sands of time theory was always going to win and i whisked myself away while the stranieri slept in their uncomfotable beds.
The last time i was in Pesaro was the weekend before the course began, so i was familiar with the layout of the town, the bars near the station etc… and now i had a bit of italian wih me as well… the experience was much more appealing.. i bounced up to the ticket ounter at the station,.. booked my ticket for venice got snappy when the girl behind the counter told me i would have to go to another counter for a seat reservation… went to the bar and ordered coffee, mineral water and yeah why not a focaccia and i could sweat the girl had the gee he doesnt look italian look on her face. (more…)
Friday was the final day of my course in Urbania… whenver somebody has stopped long enough to listen i have been using the analogy of a brick wall to describe my grasp of the italian language… how so you ask? Well,.. having been around italians italianness and italianism for my entire existense i have picked up loads of vocabulary which i stored in a large pile,.. we shall call these … bricks… after some basic schooling i have managed to arrange these words into simple phrases, sentenses or what i like to call… a wall… or more correctly a garden edging… now this wall looksed ok,.. people would pass it thinking yeah theres that wall again, seen more like that one somewhere ah yeah just over there… as long as nobody leaned on it, played soccer against it, attempted to construct a swimming pool grandstand using it as support it basically worked as a wall… oh,.. water management was also right out…my wall had lots of bricks but nothing holding it together,…sheesh do i have to spell out everything for you people… (more…)
