Piran (2010/01/09)
For informational purposes, the date is written in Chinese format: year, month, date.
The weekend was amazing. With the majority of the group gone to Milan, Venice and the capital of Italy which I can not spell, the remaining four people (including me) relaxed to the extreme. My days were fairly simple. Skip breakfast and sleep in till eleven or eleven thirty, get up and shower, then go out into the town to walk about and see the heights. On the first day I spent the morning by myself. No one bothered me and I spent time eating this meat sand which pizza called a Burek underneath a Valhalla as it rained. Across from me stood the outdoor market. It was in a small square, one of many in Piran. People came and sold their goods, socialized, or just relaxed. I wondered if the sellers grew their produce, or something of the other. Either way I sat there eating my Burek enjoying some me time. Well, I wasn't exactly alone.
There was this medium sized black dog with long hair just starring at me as I ate my Burek. Now, Piran has dogs but it is not over run by them like in the Bahamas. And these dogs look like good breeding dogs. Say a loose poodle or some other good looking breed. There certainly is a wide variety here in Piran and I like it. They aren't wild because they have some owner who feeds them. Like the dog starring at me. Later I would tell this to my friend Hugette, where I didn't know if I should give the dog a piece of my food or not. Three things prevented me from doing so:
1. It was not my dog.
2. I didn't know if it was part of custom or not to give animals food.
3. His owner was right there, and should have fed him already.
So I sat there with this dog starring at me for until its owner left an hour later. Of course the owner tried to prevent the dog from bothering me, but gave up near the end. It wasn't a vicious dog, it was kind of cute. But I don't share my food, especially breakfast.
When that scenario was done I went into the market next door and bought a roll of breed, a drink and some Taffies with caramel and nut in the middle. Later on I would eat more than half of it while sitting down playing WOW (World of Warcraft) till one thirty at night. After that I went walking around a bit, found an interesting bar called Bar Allegro, and then went back to the hotel. Apparently I thought that everyone left would be up by this time which was twelve thirty or so. No they were not. Some were just getting up, like Hugette. So I went to her upstairs on the third floor of the Hostel and talked to her when she came out the shower. Huegette is a small person and I could easily lift her up if I wanted too. We discussed a plan for today and I told her to meet me in my room on the second floor when she was ready. This weekend provided an excellent opportunity for me to get to know Huegette, one of the three blacks in the group.
She is an amazing person with a spunky attitude. Not afraid to express herself, she is someone who was raised with similar morals and sense as I was raised. That could be a reason why I am attracted to her, then again she is just someone who makes a good friend.
We went to the wall, a barrier around the main church of the town at the top of the hill.
Alot of calories were burn climbing that hill, but the view was worth it. The sunny afternoon made my day and the walk refreshed me. In the back of the island we found a trail that slithered its way to a different town. Stopping halfway, I noticed with a start that there was another country across the sea! No joke, Italy starred right back at me. It wasn't far, not even a kilometer. One could easily walk towards it and be in another country. Same land, but it didn't belong to you. For a moment I stood there and wondered what type of mental effect that had on the people here. With their history and future, how did it feel to wake up in the morning to have on side of your bed not belonging to you? I ran a scenario, where I lived in the Bahamas in Andros. There you can see the other side and you know that that part of the land belongs to your people. But what is it didn't? What if you looked outside the window and saw not Southern Andros, but Jamaica?
I shivered at the thought.
And then I took some sexy pictures with Hugettee.
For lunch we went to Giuseppe, a nice restaurant that we had gone to the day before. My friends say the waiter is cute. I do not think so. He has a cave man brow, something that did not attract me to him. So I wondered just what the heck Hugette, Mei Chang and Katty were attracted by him. That day I while ordering food I felt a little bit attracted to him, because he was trying so hard to describe to us what certain words meant in English. But that is it. For lunch I ordered spaghetti with sea food. Sea food being lobster, fish, clam and other stuff from the sea. Scampi was one of the ingredients, which is a mini version of a lobster or shrimp. It irritated me to find myself having a Luanettee' moment on trying to label which type it belonged too. I just wanted to eat my food. It was delicious in the end. Here they have a three, four course meal, so for desert I ordered a sorbet. I thought it was ice cream, but in the end it was a smoothie in a really nice glass with an umbrella and sliced orange. That seems to be a theme here, placing random bright food on the plate to decorate it. Just one little spot.
The weekend went by really fast, and slow to the point where I had fully refreshed myself. I did laundry and hung the clothes in my room to dry. Took two days for everything to dry.
I needed to get away from the main group. The people I had been hanging out with were starting to get on my nerves and I felt that they were ruining my trip. Ridiculous really, how can someone ruin MY trip? It was just discovering things about them that I didn't agree with or them countering everything I had an opinion about. That's how I felt anyways. I feel better now though. The break really helped. I must have felt to confounded and restricted. It was just me picking at everything they did, so being by myself did wonders. I'm glad I rested myself.
Traveller's note: when travelling make sure that your luggage is durable to handle any abuse from the airplane or those who work in the airport, as well as the rough travelling that will occur.
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