“O Dio” was all he creaked from time to time, whenever we crossed some bump on the road, along with a load of Holy Marie’s, St. Lucia’s and other Italian Saints in the same package the moment we got on one of the cobblestone streets during our ride.
“What a child”, I thought while looking at Paolo sitting across the coach from me in a metro we took. He was tapping his feet while looking around the metro and starring at people, smiling and soaking every detail of their faces. The deep, male voice announced our stop and I nodded at him asContinue reading “Disclosing Italy, part 4: Un pezzo di cielo caduto in terra”
“Ma prima un’ cafe!”, reče on, dok sam ja bila zauzeta brojanjem svih statua postavljenih između visokih stubova Piazze del Plebiscito, nazvane po plebiscitu iz 1860. godine, koji je Napulj uveo u Ujedinjeno Italijansko Kraljevstvo. Paolo me je pratio, prepričavajući priču koju je izmislio njegov otac, o raspravi između tri statue koje su stajale jednaContinue reading “Otkrivanje Italije, deo 3: Ma prima un’ cafe i kako je Karavađo postao vajar”
„Ma prima un’ cafe!“ said he, while I was busy counting all of the statues set between raising columns of Piazza del Plebiscito, named after the plebiscite taken in 1860, that brought Naples into the unified Kingdom of Italy. Paolo continued following me around, telling me story his dad had made up, about the argumentContinue reading “Disclosing Italy, part 3 : Ma prima un’ cafe and how Caravaggio became a sculptor”
At the tip of Italian boot, there’s a triangle shaped island, land of pastry delicacies, loud people and OG Godfather. Place where „famiglia“ and grandma stuffing you food at every step and occasion were invented. Where African, centuries ago – conquerors, now – migrants took and are taking their first steps in search for newContinue reading “Disclosing Italy, part 2: Climbing the booth and unlayering Italy”
Traveler is the creator of the country he is travelling to, cannot be more true when I recollect memories of all of my past travels. There is nothing extra triumphal in what Christopher Colombo or Marco Polo once did than what a single backpacking traveler does every day on his travels and that is- discovering new land, custom and culture. Each discovery is unique and belongs to the person experiencing it making it their little treasure that they collected like busy bees and are about to spread it buzzing around the globe