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To be Young and in Italy.
This weekend was made of awesome. Utter awesome.
It involved going to 'Gardaland'; one of only two theme parks in Italy, thus a few of my friends had never been on a rollercoaster before, which thus led to alot of amusing male screaming as we took on the many corksrcews, loops and upside down bits of the Blue Tornado, Magic Mountain and Death Drop. I literally have purple bruises on my shoulders because of the horrible harnesses combined with my stupidly thin t-shirt. Damn my lack of protective shoulder fat.
After Gardaland we stayed at a friend's parent's Villa (that happened to be parent-less for the weekend); a Villa which is complete with Sauna. I had never before done the "sauna gauntlet", but I can now safely say that it is utter insanity. You sit semi naked in a small box at a temparature of 65 degrees, so hot and steamy it literally burns your lungs to breath, for about fifteen minutes untill you have reduced yourself to a sweaty blob. You then stampede out of the sauna, run outside, dive into a freezing cold swimming pool, swear alot at the cold, drag yourself out and run back inside to the sixty five degree steamy heat of the sauna.
And repeat.
Please note, this took place with an outdoor swimming pool, at around midnight in the latter half of October. Yes, utter insanity... that everyone must try when they get the chance!
To make the weekend even sweeter, after the sauna gauntlet, sitting snug at room temparature, I watched with two Italians and a Russian a whole series of 'Blackadder' (one of the greatest and most brilliant British sitcoms ever made). Once they got the wordy British style humour, which took half an episode, the subtitles being turned on and a bit of pausing and explaining, they loved it! One of my favourite things, and greatest pleasures, aboutbeing an immigrant living abroad is that you get to share the great film/music/TV gems of your nation that are completely unheard of outside its borders. And that, by the same token, you get to share in the film/music/art of other nations that you simply would never have heard of had you stayed in the enclosed media circle of your own country.
Long live culture!
It involved going to 'Gardaland'; one of only two theme parks in Italy, thus a few of my friends had never been on a rollercoaster before, which thus led to alot of amusing male screaming as we took on the many corksrcews, loops and upside down bits of the Blue Tornado, Magic Mountain and Death Drop. I literally have purple bruises on my shoulders because of the horrible harnesses combined with my stupidly thin t-shirt. Damn my lack of protective shoulder fat.
After Gardaland we stayed at a friend's parent's Villa (that happened to be parent-less for the weekend); a Villa which is complete with Sauna. I had never before done the "sauna gauntlet", but I can now safely say that it is utter insanity. You sit semi naked in a small box at a temparature of 65 degrees, so hot and steamy it literally burns your lungs to breath, for about fifteen minutes untill you have reduced yourself to a sweaty blob. You then stampede out of the sauna, run outside, dive into a freezing cold swimming pool, swear alot at the cold, drag yourself out and run back inside to the sixty five degree steamy heat of the sauna.
And repeat.
Please note, this took place with an outdoor swimming pool, at around midnight in the latter half of October. Yes, utter insanity... that everyone must try when they get the chance!
To make the weekend even sweeter, after the sauna gauntlet, sitting snug at room temparature, I watched with two Italians and a Russian a whole series of 'Blackadder' (one of the greatest and most brilliant British sitcoms ever made). Once they got the wordy British style humour, which took half an episode, the subtitles being turned on and a bit of pausing and explaining, they loved it! One of my favourite things, and greatest pleasures, about
Long live culture!
anxious
bouncy
enthralled
