After spending a few relaxing days in Florence (I had been there before, so I did not feel the need to do much sightseeing), I headed down to Naples in southern Italy. Even as a big, crowded, dirty city, Naples has some charm to it and is a great base for trips to nearby tourist attractions.
I spent Monday and Tuesday exploring the city. A guy who works at the hostel took me to coffee on Monday after breakfast and ended up spending the entire day giving me a grand tour of the city! It was fun to have someone to hang out with and see the city from the perspective of someone who actually lives there. Tuesday, being my birthday, I had originally planned on taking a ferry to the island of Capri but instead decided to hang out in Naples and take it easy (After 8 weeks of traveling, I was beginning to grow weary of sightseeing). After walking around the city for almost another full day (except for a nice, long afternoon nap), I bought myself a traditional Neapolitan pizza for dinner and watched a movie in the common area of the hostel with some other travelers.
On Wednesday I went to the ruins of Pompeii, where Mt. Vesuvius erupted in 79 AD to completely bury the city. I met an Aussie while there and spend the afternoon walking around the ruins with him and having coffee at an outdoor cafe in town before heading back to Naples.
I took a local bus south on Thursday to two towns along the Amalfi coast. What an experience going in and out of small seaside villages and curving along the mountainous coast! I encountered basically no tourists all day, giving me time to myself to enjoy the beautiful scenery and sunny weather, a nice change from the hussle of Naples! That night, the hostel was offering a free pasta dinner, so I made it back to the hostel in time to hang out with some fellow travelers and the hostel's staff for the evening.
Well, with that, I ended the tourist portion of my trip. I took a train to Rome on Friday afternoon to catch a flight back to Frankfurt on Saturday. I fly from Frankfurt back to the States and Sunday morning.
For the photo journals for Naples, the Amalfi Coast, and Pompeii, visit http://www.AndreasOdyssey.shutterfly.com.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Stereotypically American
(Written November 12, 2006)
I have a confession to make: I am in Italy, the origin of some of the world’s most delicious foods, and I have eaten McDonald’s three times in the past week. For those who know me, you know that I very rarely eat McDonald’s. In fact, I don’t even like their food, but over here, it is just about the only place to find a hamburger or an American salad. And (I will blame it on being sick) I have been craving American food desperately! Yes, the person, who usually tries her best to keep from doing anything too typically American while traveling, was seen scarfing a Colorado Cheese (a cheeseburger with mayonnaise) and fries at the McDonald’s in the Florence train station at 11 o’clock this morning before boarding my train to Naples.
Yes, in my mind, I am admitting to some sort of defeat. But to justify my actions, I have been very good about trying local foods while on this trip, which is exactly what I believe anyone visiting a new place should do. One thing I can’t stand about some American travelers is that they expect everything to be just like they have it at home. They go to McDonald’s or even a local restaurant to request food exactly the way it would be prepared in the States, and they expect their lodging, transportation, shopping, etc. experiences to cater to what they are used to in the States.
Europe is in many ways similar to the States (thanks –or no thanks—to globalization) but in other ways it is very different. It doesn’t mean that one is better than the other; they are just different, and how you react to the differences depends on what you are used to and how comfortable you are with trying new things and going outside of your comfort zone. I believe that anyone traveling to another country should be ready and willing to live outside of their comfort zone, to embrace the culture of the new country, but unfortunately, Americans are seen in Europe as some of the worst at doing that. I don’t know how many times I have been embarrassed to see Americans (and consequently tried to hide my nationality) because they were acting so “stereotypically American.” I don’t mean to sound unpatriotic. In fact, I think I am being very patriotic in hoping that my fellow Americans won’t act in a way that justifies negative stereotypes about us.
While on this trip, I have been asked several times if I have gotten any slack for being American, and my answer to that is a resounding no. Although people around the world (many Europeans included) do not hold the highest view of the United States right now, they do not have any animosity towards individuals and are open to giving us a chance to prove them wrong. I believe acting respectful and trying to “blend in” (that means, attempting to communicate even when you only know a few words in the language, following their lead and doing things the way they are accustomed, and not expecting things to be the way you get them in the States) go a long way towards altering negative impression. In a way, I see myself (and every traveler) as an ambassador for America. The way we act while we are traveling helps determine the way they see our country. So please, if you travel overseas, which I encourage everyone to do, be willing to embrace the cultural differences. It will give you a more realistic understanding of the country, and it will speak volumes to lookers-on.
If anyone has any comments or questions on what I have said, I’d be happy to discuss. Having written my Master’s thesis on America’s image abroad, this subject is particularly dear to me.
I have a confession to make: I am in Italy, the origin of some of the world’s most delicious foods, and I have eaten McDonald’s three times in the past week. For those who know me, you know that I very rarely eat McDonald’s. In fact, I don’t even like their food, but over here, it is just about the only place to find a hamburger or an American salad. And (I will blame it on being sick) I have been craving American food desperately! Yes, the person, who usually tries her best to keep from doing anything too typically American while traveling, was seen scarfing a Colorado Cheese (a cheeseburger with mayonnaise) and fries at the McDonald’s in the Florence train station at 11 o’clock this morning before boarding my train to Naples.
Yes, in my mind, I am admitting to some sort of defeat. But to justify my actions, I have been very good about trying local foods while on this trip, which is exactly what I believe anyone visiting a new place should do. One thing I can’t stand about some American travelers is that they expect everything to be just like they have it at home. They go to McDonald’s or even a local restaurant to request food exactly the way it would be prepared in the States, and they expect their lodging, transportation, shopping, etc. experiences to cater to what they are used to in the States.
Europe is in many ways similar to the States (thanks –or no thanks—to globalization) but in other ways it is very different. It doesn’t mean that one is better than the other; they are just different, and how you react to the differences depends on what you are used to and how comfortable you are with trying new things and going outside of your comfort zone. I believe that anyone traveling to another country should be ready and willing to live outside of their comfort zone, to embrace the culture of the new country, but unfortunately, Americans are seen in Europe as some of the worst at doing that. I don’t know how many times I have been embarrassed to see Americans (and consequently tried to hide my nationality) because they were acting so “stereotypically American.” I don’t mean to sound unpatriotic. In fact, I think I am being very patriotic in hoping that my fellow Americans won’t act in a way that justifies negative stereotypes about us.
While on this trip, I have been asked several times if I have gotten any slack for being American, and my answer to that is a resounding no. Although people around the world (many Europeans included) do not hold the highest view of the United States right now, they do not have any animosity towards individuals and are open to giving us a chance to prove them wrong. I believe acting respectful and trying to “blend in” (that means, attempting to communicate even when you only know a few words in the language, following their lead and doing things the way they are accustomed, and not expecting things to be the way you get them in the States) go a long way towards altering negative impression. In a way, I see myself (and every traveler) as an ambassador for America. The way we act while we are traveling helps determine the way they see our country. So please, if you travel overseas, which I encourage everyone to do, be willing to embrace the cultural differences. It will give you a more realistic understanding of the country, and it will speak volumes to lookers-on.
If anyone has any comments or questions on what I have said, I’d be happy to discuss. Having written my Master’s thesis on America’s image abroad, this subject is particularly dear to me.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Cinque Terre, Italy (November 7-9, 2006)
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I didn't originally plan on going to the Cinque Terre, but after hearing several outstanding recommendations for the five villages on the western coast of Italy, I decided I should see what all the fuss was about. The "hostel" I had hoped to stay at had a sign on the door that said they were on vacation (November being low season), but I quickly found accommodation by asking a few doors up the street. I was placed in an apartment that had five beds and a kitchen and bathroom (not bad for 15 Euros a night).
By the time I reached Riomaggiore, the village where I hoped to stay, Tuesday afternoon, I was not feeling well. My throat was scratchy and my sinuses were beginning to act up. I took it easy that evening, hanging out in the kitchen with a few of my "flatmates" and going to bed early and then slept most of the next day. By Thursday I had a full-blown cold (or flu or something) and after going to the village pharmacist for medicine, decided to try to do part of the walk along the coast that links the five small villages. Riomaggiore, Manarola, Cornilgnia, Vernazza, and Monterossa were quaint (although a little more touristy than I had hoped) little villages perched in the mountainous area along the coast with breathtaking views of the sea! I got about half-way through before calling it quits and rested the remainder of the day. The Cinque Terre was a perfect place for a couple of down-days as there is really not much to do other than the walk between the villages. In fact, they take a "siesta" for about four hours every afternoon and the town pretty much shuts down after dinner, except for a few locals hanging out at the only bar that is still open.
Although I was feeling even worse on Friday, I had the travelers' urge to move on, realizing how little time I had left in Italy, so I decided on Florence, mainly because it is easy to get to other places from there and there are a ton of lodging options.
For the photo journal for the Cinque Terre, visit http://www.AndreasOdyssey.shutterfly.com
Friday, November 10, 2006
Northern Italy (November 3-6, 2006)
UPDATE: The photo journals for Venice and Verona are now posted at http://www.AndreasOdyssey.shutterfly.com.
I spent last weekend in Venice, one of the cities I was most excited about visiting on this trip. It was everything I had hoped it would be and more! Venice is like no other place in the world! Around every corner, you find the most picturesque of scenes, be it a narrow, cobblestoned road or a canal lined with old buildings. There are no cars in the main section of Venice, so it is intriguing to watch life take place through other means, such as boats (for example, to get around you hop on a boat bus and each morning the garbage boats come by to collect trash) and on foot (it is not uncommon to see people wheeling or carrying goods along the streets to their stores or restaurants). And Venice is the absolute easiest city to get lost in! Luckily, the best thing to do in Venice is to wander around aimlessly because if you were actually trying to get somewhere in particular, it would be terribly frustrating (I will never complain about D.C. again!). All this adds to the charm and novelty of the city.
I enjoyed very much my stay in Venice, but was not terribly sad to leave on Monday for two reasons: (1) Venice is expensive and to best enjoy it, you need to be willing to spend money carelessly, (2) it was starting to get really chilly and I did not bring proper winter clothes. Plus, Venice is, I think, more of a travel destination for couples or the slightly older crowd. Nevertheless, Venice is definitely a place I plan on going back to!
After Venice, I planned on immeditately heading to the western coast but having missed my train, decided to stay in Northern Italy for another night in Verona. Verona, the home of Romeo and Juliet, is a delightful and beautiful city. I only spent one night there but was able to explore the city Monday evening and early Tuesday morning before making the trip to Italy's western coast.
For the photo journals for Venice and Verona, visit http://www.AndreasOdyssey.shutterfly.com.
I spent last weekend in Venice, one of the cities I was most excited about visiting on this trip. It was everything I had hoped it would be and more! Venice is like no other place in the world! Around every corner, you find the most picturesque of scenes, be it a narrow, cobblestoned road or a canal lined with old buildings. There are no cars in the main section of Venice, so it is intriguing to watch life take place through other means, such as boats (for example, to get around you hop on a boat bus and each morning the garbage boats come by to collect trash) and on foot (it is not uncommon to see people wheeling or carrying goods along the streets to their stores or restaurants). And Venice is the absolute easiest city to get lost in! Luckily, the best thing to do in Venice is to wander around aimlessly because if you were actually trying to get somewhere in particular, it would be terribly frustrating (I will never complain about D.C. again!). All this adds to the charm and novelty of the city.
I enjoyed very much my stay in Venice, but was not terribly sad to leave on Monday for two reasons: (1) Venice is expensive and to best enjoy it, you need to be willing to spend money carelessly, (2) it was starting to get really chilly and I did not bring proper winter clothes. Plus, Venice is, I think, more of a travel destination for couples or the slightly older crowd. Nevertheless, Venice is definitely a place I plan on going back to!
After Venice, I planned on immeditately heading to the western coast but having missed my train, decided to stay in Northern Italy for another night in Verona. Verona, the home of Romeo and Juliet, is a delightful and beautiful city. I only spent one night there but was able to explore the city Monday evening and early Tuesday morning before making the trip to Italy's western coast.
For the photo journals for Venice and Verona, visit http://www.AndreasOdyssey.shutterfly.com.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Quick Update
I am now in a small fishing village on the western coast of Italy (the area is called Cinque Terre) after spending several days in Venice. Venice was fantastic, everything I would have hoped, but rather expensive and starting to get cold. I have come down with a cold or the flu or something, so staying in this tiny town has been a good break.
Internet is insanely expensive and I cannot upload photos to the computer anyway, so I will write a proper blog for Venice and the Cinque Terre, including photos, soon.
Internet is insanely expensive and I cannot upload photos to the computer anyway, so I will write a proper blog for Venice and the Cinque Terre, including photos, soon.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
French Riviera (October 31 - November 2, 2006)
After three solid weeks in Spain, I finally moved on to the French Riviera in southern France. The idea was to break up the trip between Barcelona and Venice (my next stop). My train trip Monday took a particularly grueling 10 hours with several quick changes and three hours on something that looked more like a D.C. metro car than a real train. But I miraculously (seriously, there were several points throughout the day that I never thought I'd make all my connections) arrived in Nice, France, around 8pm and quickly found my hostel (although I had forgotten to write down the directions to it, so I had to make a stop in an internet cafe). The only other girl sharing my 4-person room with me is a chef in D.C. (what a coincidence!); we spent Monday evening talking and hung out the next two days together before she left on Thursday morning.
Nice, a beautiful seaside (Medditeranean Sea) town, is beautiful and surprisingly reasonable despite the French Riviera being known for its luxurious beachside towns, one of which, Monaco, we visited Wednesday. Haleigh and I spent Tuesday exploring Nice (and even helped some guys move a couch) and as said, Wednesday took a day trip to nearby Monaco, its own principality.
There are a surprising number of foreigners in Nice, and Tuesday night we celebrated Halloween by going to Wayne's, a British bar, and listening to a British coverband (the guitarist was one of the guys we had helped move the couch earlier in the day). After Haleigh left on Thursday, I spent the day walking around Nice's old town (another example of winding, narrow streets) and catching up on emails. Thursday evening, I dragged my new Italian roomie to Wayne's to hear the band play again.
On Friday, taking the train to Venice, Italy.
For the complete photo journal for Nice and Monaco, visit http://www.AndreasOdyssey.shutterfly.com.
Barcelona, Spain (October 26-29, 2006)
I think the best way to describe Barcelona is crazy and over-the-top. The rest of Spain seems reserved and quaint in comparison to this bustling party mecca. It is no wonder that every backpacker in Spain talks so fondly of their time in Barcelona! A mid-day stroll along La Rambla greets you with eccentric street performers, hoards of strolling tourists, and, of course, ridiculous prices for food and souvenirs. You hear English (or other foreign languages) spoken as much (if not more) than Spanish or Catalonian (Barcelona is in Catalonia, a Spanish state that also seeks independence and claims a different culture and history).
During the day, you can get lost for hours in Barri Gotic’s (the old town) winding, narrow streets, spend an afternoon sunbathing along the beach, or explore the city’s many modernist buildings (most by the eccentric, Dr. Suess-like Antoni Gaudi). At night, Barcelona truly comes alive. Dinner is not until 9:00pm and don’t even bother going to a bar or nightclub until midnight or later.
I have to agree with the many other Barcelona-lovers in saying that Barcelona is an intriguing and awe-inspiring city. With that, however, I have to admit that my first few days there were rough. I didn’t meet any cool people to hang out with at first, so I spent my first few days exploring the city by myself, which was fine but can get a little lonely. On Friday night I was supposed to change hostels to (supposedly) the coolest one in Barcelona, where I had a reservation for three nights. I was really looking forward to staying there, but when I arrived there on Friday, I was told my reservations had been messed up and they had to send me to another hostel (one I had heard was not very good). Sure enough, it was not ideal—old mattresses in a 10-person dormitory, push button showers, no WiFi or kitchen, but it was only 15 Euros per night.
My luck changed on Saturday evening, when I went on a pub crawl and met the partial-owner and her Kiwi (New Zealand) boyfriend and his friend. We ended up spending all of Sunday (along with an Australian guy I had met at my hostel in Madrid and had arrived Saturday night) together. They took us to a local restaurant for lunch, on an hours-long tour through the city, and to an excellent wine bar that evening for drinks. I had such a great time on Sunday that I was sad to have to leave Barcelona on Monday morning, but I had already made reservations for my next destination, Nice, France.
For the photo journal for Barcelona, visit http://www.AndreasOdyssey.shutterfly.com.
During the day, you can get lost for hours in Barri Gotic’s (the old town) winding, narrow streets, spend an afternoon sunbathing along the beach, or explore the city’s many modernist buildings (most by the eccentric, Dr. Suess-like Antoni Gaudi). At night, Barcelona truly comes alive. Dinner is not until 9:00pm and don’t even bother going to a bar or nightclub until midnight or later.
I have to agree with the many other Barcelona-lovers in saying that Barcelona is an intriguing and awe-inspiring city. With that, however, I have to admit that my first few days there were rough. I didn’t meet any cool people to hang out with at first, so I spent my first few days exploring the city by myself, which was fine but can get a little lonely. On Friday night I was supposed to change hostels to (supposedly) the coolest one in Barcelona, where I had a reservation for three nights. I was really looking forward to staying there, but when I arrived there on Friday, I was told my reservations had been messed up and they had to send me to another hostel (one I had heard was not very good). Sure enough, it was not ideal—old mattresses in a 10-person dormitory, push button showers, no WiFi or kitchen, but it was only 15 Euros per night.
My luck changed on Saturday evening, when I went on a pub crawl and met the partial-owner and her Kiwi (New Zealand) boyfriend and his friend. We ended up spending all of Sunday (along with an Australian guy I had met at my hostel in Madrid and had arrived Saturday night) together. They took us to a local restaurant for lunch, on an hours-long tour through the city, and to an excellent wine bar that evening for drinks. I had such a great time on Sunday that I was sad to have to leave Barcelona on Monday morning, but I had already made reservations for my next destination, Nice, France.
For the photo journal for Barcelona, visit http://www.AndreasOdyssey.shutterfly.com.
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