With just under three months until we depart this gorgeous and ever so fascinating city, I am starting to become a sentimental fool. The signs of how much I'm going to miss the place are slowly starting to show. Like every time I walk home and stop under the foliage of the trees that line Jawbone Walk and look to my right and see the sunset over the local church and the links course in Bruntsfield. A scene I walk by most nights; but now I find myself stopping for a minute and taking it all in and trying to capture the moment.
Hope you enjoyed looking at the above photos. Until next time! x
PS. The blog will be back to running as usual this week.
We have started planning our travels that will take us away
from this lovely city we have called home for the past year and a bit - to
places yet visited in Europe, leading us right back home to Brisbane. The
flight is booked for August 7, at 7:15am. A time and date that is ‘set in
stone,’ unless we had endless streams of money at our disposal to change that
date (which we do not) that is when we will be saying ‘see ya later’ to
Edinburgh.
In light of that I now have started making a list of all the
things we should see, do and try before we leave, in Edinburgh and the rest of
Scotland, so we don’t feel like there was much left undone here, to experience
new things and to do things that will bring us joy for years to come when we
reminisce about the good times we had, so here it is:
-Go on a day trip to Peebles and walk in the
surrounding forest that inspired J.K Rowling to write about the ‘Forbidden
Forest’ in the Harry Potter series.
-See Danny Bhoy live at the Fringe Festival (my
fave Scottish comedian).
-See the fairy pools on the Isle of Skye.
I know it’s a long list, and we only have four months to try
and fit everything in, but dammit I’m going to try!
Me and J dressed up for a boat trip from the Scottish Seabird Centre in 2012 where we saw seals.
"Once you have travelled, the voyage never ends,
but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can
never break off from the Journey." -
Pat Conroy
If you have any other ideas of things you’d think I should
experience before I leave Edinburgh, then comment below or tweet it to me. If I
can do it I’ll post a photo up of my experience.
J’s parents and sister came to visit us over Christmas and
Hogmanay (what Scottish folk call New Year) here in Edinburgh, which was
lovely. And we also decided to head to Europe with them, just so we could spend
some more time together.
J’s mum had her heart set on going to Italy, since she had
never been, so we decided to tag along with them to Rome. Oh Rome, my third
time and J’s second. What can I say? I can never get enough of Italy.
We decided in the end to take a week and a half off work,
and make a bit of a trip out of it. So then we decided on going to Copenhagen
for a few nights as well. Especially, since we hadn’t made it to any
Scandanavian country thus far, which is a shame, because I don’t think (at the
time of writing this) we’ll be able to visit another Scandinavian country until…well
who knows.
Our reason for wanting to go to Copenhagen you ask - well I
don’t know, apart from seeing the photos of the colourful houses along the
canal in Nyhavn and hearing about how wonderful Scandic life is. Copenhagen,
out of all the Scandinavian countries was probably the cheapest option as well,
as there is a direct flight to Edinburgh with Easy Jet.
We had managed to find cheap train tickets on trainline.com
to train it to Manchester on New Years Day and so we booked our flights to fly
out from Manchester Airport on January 2. We stayed at the Premier Inn (the
South complex) near the airport.
Which was a perfect location for our early
flight the next day and after our four-hour train journey from Edinburgh. But
we had great meals at the restaurant and a nice comfortable sleep there. The
staff are friendly as well, which was lovely (you know what I’m like with bad
service).
Rome, Italy January 2
– January 6
Day One
We left when it wasn’t even light out, we hadn’t been up
that early since that shady flight from Faro, Portugal last year. Even at this
hour though, I was very excited to be going back to Rome, to be with ‘my people*’.
We had collected our bags and were waiting for our shuttle
bus (an open return to Termini Stazione was
€8) by mid-morning. Once we arrived at Termini, we bought metro tickets and
caught the metro to San Giovanni
station, and found our way to the airbnb flat J’s Mum had booked for all of us.
We had to walk through the ancient city walls to find it on Viale Carlo Felice. We were buzzed up to
the third floor, where we were greeted by one of the owners, Susanna.
Due to last minute changes to our arrival (we booked earlier
flights), instead of J’s parents and sister beating us there, we arrived first
and Susanna was still having the house cleaned and prepped for our stay and the
current guests still had their luggage there. So instead of getting in
everyone’s way, we decided to head out for lunch and a wander around the area.
After finding the suggestion that Susanna had made was closed during the day,
we turned around and went back to the corner of Viale Spezia to eat at Bar Spazio, where the food was appreciatively
cheap.
J ordered mushroom pizza and I order gnocchi in a tomato and
basil sauce. ‘Mmm,’ I hear you say. It was delicious and cheap, and I had my
first real experience of ‘trying’ to order espressi.
This was mainly a failed attempt, because, a) It was break time, and a big group
of people rushed into the café and b) they ordered as Italians were intended to
do… they ordered their espressos and drank them at the bar, but in the ‘Italian’
way, which it means it was really fast and really noisy.
Needless to say J and I had our espressos brought to our
table…how un-Italian of us.
J’s parents and sister arrived later in the early evening. While
we let them settle in, I decided to try out my Italian skills over the phone.
You know what they say, ‘practice makes perfect.’ I was calling Al Duello, the
restaurant J and I ate at two nights in a row when we were on holiday in 2012.
My favourite restaurant in the whole world (apart from the ones we’re yet to
eat at), so I dialled and someone picked-up and I said…
“Vorrei prenotare un
tavolo per cinque persone, per le otto domain notte.”
Which loosely translates (or I wanted to say)…
“I would like a table for five people, for eight o’clock,
tomorrow night.”
The lady on the phone, basically then said sorry I don’t
understand. And then I said something along the lines of “oui” and “pardon,” which
is of course French! Pretty embarrassing. Then the lovely lady on the phone then
asked if I spoke French and I said ‘no’… so she spoke English to me. Oh the irony
of the situation is not lost on me still. Look at me, I’m multi-lingual, not!
When everyone was ready, we decided to try out Susanna’s
recommendation, and headed for dinner at Al Grottino. A pizzeria, which used
traditional pizza cooking methods, which mean it was cooked in a wood-fired oven.
J, his dad and sister and I ordered a pizza each, and J’s
Mum ordered chicken wings for herself.
I had pizza alla
Romana, a pizza typical of Rome, a pizza topped with mostly onions, it had
to be one of the best pizza’s I’ve ever had*. We also shared red wine that came
in decanters. And then came dessert, I had a chocolate fondant, which had a
delicious oozy chocolate centre. Dinner was perfect, definitely one of the best
places where I’ve eaten in Rome.
After that it was bedtime, so we could get a full nights
rest to prepare ourselves for a day of sightseeing.
Day Two
As soon as everyone was ready to head out, we walked from
the flat towards the Colosseum, stopping off first at Chiesa Basilica di San Clemente, a church that J and I visited in
2012 after reading about it in Lonely Planet Travellermagazine.
It is historic excavation sight, which has three distinct
levels, home to the ruins of a Roman house and the original fourth century
basilica. After exploring the depths of this lovely church, we were only a
minute down via di San Giovanni in
Laterano before we stopped again, this time at a small bakery, where we bought
delicious baked pastries, with either spinach or bits of pancetta.
We eventually arrived at the awe-stopping sight of the
Colosseum. We all stood across the road first taking photos before getting
closer and walking around the front to find of course, a huge line-up. J and I
then lead the search to find a representative who had the best rates for a
tour, because that’s what we did in 2012 and we did get in fairly quickly, plus
we got a tour of the Forum.
While they were doing their tour, J and I decided to go and
find Largo di Torre Argentino, the
site of the ancient Pompey’s Theatre, the ruins of an 18th Century
opera house, now turned cat sanctuary.
I remember back in 2009 going there on my Topdeck tour and
my tour guide telling us that it was here where Julius Caesar was murdered and
that the legend was due to his relationship with Cleopatra that was the reason
why cats lived there.
Largo di Torre Argentino
After trying to spot all the kitties, we decided to retrace
our 2012 tracks and try and find Al Duello and Caffé Sant’Eustachio, where of
course J did lead the way to, with his extremely handy map reading skills*.
Then it was that awkward time of day when your travelling,
you’re busting for the loo and in desperate need to find a public one… an
extremely rare find, if you have ever been to Europe. If you spot a McDonalds,
it is usually your best bet, but this one we found happened to be the BUSIEST McDonalds
toilet EVER.
I’m only using caps to help exaggerate how busy it really
was. I waited half-an hour to use the ladies. The only thing positive that came
out of this experience (apart from being able to relieve my bladder) was being
surrounded by only Italians and hundreds of them, and experiencing a normal
time in the life of Italians.*
After such a long wait we were due to meet J’s parents and
sister back at the Roman Forum. We all then walked back towards Via San Giovanni in Laterano and stopped
off at one of the nearby streets to have some lunch. The food was good, the
service and price is almost what I expect of places situated so close to
tourist attractions.
Needless to say it had been thus far a long day and I was
ready for a sit down before going out to dinner at Al Duello that night. But J
lead us the long way round and for a little while I think he was lost, as we
walked all the way past Circo Maximo
to arrive back at the flat.
We rested, before we headed to Vicolo della Vaccarella, a short walk from Piazza Navona for dinner
at Al Duello. We were greeted by a gorgeous, smiling lady, and I told her I had
made a reservation for ‘Dunlop,’ she said then said there was no reservation,
but then said not to worry and she and a waiter pulled two tables together and
rearranged the table settings for the five of us. I love good service! And this
is one of the reasons why this restaurant is one of my favourites in the world,
not only is the food delicious, but friendliness of the staff is next-to-none.
Anyway, after going on about how we’d eaten the five-course
degustation menu last time, J’s sister thought she would give four courses a
try. Well she failed in style, I don’t even know how J and I did it, I think it
took us good few hours.
I had three courses; the French onion soup (with an Italian
twist), the Al Duello pasta and the chocolate fondant dessert – everything was
delicious and I’ve already vowed to return again.
On leaving the restaurant, we were seen off by the waitress (the
owners sister) who first greeted us, and she did the very ‘Italian’ thing and
kissed me on the cheek, a good sign of friendship in my eyes.
Day Three
J had caught everyone’s cold, and thank god for his Mum and
giving him all these drugs, he seemed to be a bit better this morning. But we
decided to sleep in anyway, while his parents and sister went to do a tour of
the Vatican Museum.
When we eventually left the flat we headed to the Bocca della Verità – a site at a church,
made famous by Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck when they place their hands in
the ‘mouth of truth,’ in the scene from Roman
Holiday. It was a new place for us that we thought we could explore.
We walked there from the flat, passing Circo Massimo on the
way, and J even gave directions to a lady and her daughter*. When we arrived,
there was a huge queue to get in, but it passed reasonably quickly. We
eventually got chatting to the couple behind us, who were also Australian and
in Rome on their honeymoon, to pass the time. Once we were at the front of the
queue, we gave a gold coin donation and asked the Australian couple if they
could take our photo for us.
We then stuck our hands in the mouth of the Bocca della Verità…and they didn’t get
cut off.
J and I putting our hand in the mouth of the Bocca della Verita
Lucky we don’t tell lies I guess.
After we also gave a donation to go underneath the Chiesa di Santa Maria in Cosmedin and
have a look at the ruins of an old chapel. After we crossed the bridge into
Trastevere.
Where we wandered around the winding cobbled streets, losing
ourselves in the gorgeous surroundings. We stopped for lunch at a bakery, J had
mushroom pizza bread and I had spinach and ricotta ravioli.
Then we walked along the winding cobbled street we were on
and found a gelaterie; I had a hazelnut chocolate scoop and J had Crema di
Catalana.
We continued on our merry way, walking past flats, shops and
the daily life that surrounded us, and then we had to find a bathroom, so we
stopped to have an espresso at this franchise café that we’d seen before
somewhere.
The symbol of busy Italian streets; the Vespa
The view along the River Tiber
We then walked along the Tiber River, leaving the magic and
peaclefulness of Trastevere behind us and headed towards the Vatican City.
We waited under the columns, that guarded us from the
rain, when it stopped and the sun had disappeared, we took a few photos in
front of St. Peters with the lights on. Then we walked to find J’s sister and
his folks waiting for us at a nearby restaurant.
St. Peters Basilica shadowed by grey clouds
Once we arrived back at the flat, J and his sister made
their way up to the flat and J’s parents and I headed to the nearest
supermarket for ingredients for a picnic dinner; we bought salami, cheese,
bread rolls and olives and arancini balls from a local pizza bar. I even got to
test-drive my Italian again, this time I managed to stuff the words for orange
and the rice balls.
We ate all this accompanied by wine, also bought from the
supermarket.
Day Four
So today, it was J and my turn to lead the way. Firstly we
caught the metro to Fontagna di Trevi,
to throw our coins to make sure our future included another trip to Rome. J’s
parents and sister loved it, and I really don’t think you could find someone
that wouldn’t, especially because there was no scaffolding attached like there
was in 2012. We threw our coins in and hoped for the best.
The Trevi Fountain: Not under renovation
Then we wandered through the cobble stone covered laneways
to find San Crispino, on Via della
Panetteria, for some gelati.
The street where San Crispino lives
Then we were off to the Spanish Steps, climbed the many
stairs and trying to ignore as many men as we could who were trying to flog us
roses, among other things. And what a great view it was. When we were there in
2012, J and I didn’t walk up, due to how overflowing it was with tourists. The
last time I saw that view was when I was there in 2009 with Topdeck.
On top of the Spanish Steps
We then walked to Piazza Navona, where it was full of people
all trying to take photos of la Fontagna
dei Quattro Fiumi, though I stood to admire the intricate fountain, my eyes
we scanning among the bustle for Tre Scalini, a café/gelaterie that sells its
infamous tartufo nero, a deliciously
large ball of chocolate gelato, with chunks of chocolate chip, served with
cream and with a glazed-cherry in the centre. One of the most disgustingly
over-indulgent things I’ve eaten and somehow I’ve managed to eat two in my
short lifetime.
K and I overindulging
After boasting about the ‘best’ coffee in Rome, we finally
took J’s parents to Caffé Sant’Eustachio for an espresso. And this time J and I
weren’t here in the morning or as part of a tour group, again it was every man
or woman for themselves. And I was brave enough to order in Italian, among the
many Italians on their coffee break. It reminded me of that scene in the movie
version of Eat Love Pray, where
Julia Roberts finds it daunting ordering a coffee. It was insane.
We then walked towards the Pantheon, though it felt like we
were going on a huge detour, considering they look so close together on the
map*. We ended up stopping at a small bakery for flat bread and pastries, where
they were nice enough to give us tasters.
After a much-needed sit down in the church pews at the
Pantheon, we did some more walking, but this time with the intention of
reaching the flat, we were stuffed.
Though we did make a minor detour to have a close-up look at
the Vittorio Emanuele memorial and
then it was back to the flat.
We were so tired all of us from the long day of walking that
we decided to eat dinner close to home again, but this time at La Spaccio for
dinner – just around the corner from Viale
Carlo Felice – a laid back franchise, where the food was tasty and cheap.
It even had some Italian craft beers on the menu.
It was a nice relaxing night for our last night in Rome, and
the last time (well until September this year) we’ll see J’s parents and
sister.
Basilica di San Giovanni in Laterano down the street from where we were staying
Day Five
Well we said our ‘see-ya laters’ to J’s parents and sister,
since it would be another eight months till we see them again and then caught
the metro to Termini Stazione; where
we just made it in time to catch the shuttle bus to Fiumincino Airport.
On the way, possibly the most-scariest thing almost happened
– the bus almost broke down – it started shuddering and the bus driver had to
stop and wait about five minutes while he kept trying to re-start the engine.
Especially scary because we didn’t have travel insurance, we definitely did not
want to miss our flight to Copenhagen.
And then of course our flight was possibly the shittest
we’ve had so far (*touch wood*), it was quite rough due to wind on the last
hour of the flight, scaring the s**t out of me.
We caught the metro into the centre of Copenhagen where it
was about a ten-minute walk to Generator Hostel where we were staying.
Arriving there at around 1:45pm. We then went for a walk
around town, and had a delicious sandwhich in a café nearby, before continuing
on our walk and admiring all the beautifully merchandised window displays of
the shops…it was truly cool and how I imagined Scandinavia to be.
We eventually headed back to the hostel where we ate Danish meatballs for dinner and washed it down with a pint of Tuborg Classic.
Just a funny photo of Italian parking skills you can see all the time in Rome
*I don’t identify as Italian, but sometimes I like to
imagine that I am.
*My favourite pizza that I've ever tasted was at the Barcelona food markets in 2012.
*He can read a map, but that was an over exaggeration of his
skills.
*Obviously that is not the recommended way of experiencing
Rome like a local.
*Obviously he is good with directions, just sometimes he
likes to rub it my face.
*A classic example of when J thinks he is reading a map
properly, but actually he gets the directions so very wrong.
After having drank those
pitchers of sangria in Barcelona, once we arrived in Madrid and at Mad Hostel, we made sure to find the bar
(conveniently around the corner from our room) and drank some more.
Why not, we were in Spain.
Slowly the small terrace bar
started filling up with its thirsty guests enjoying the afternoon sun, cheap
beer and those pitchers of sangria.
J and I were minding our own
business reading and writing. When both of our ears pricked, not with the
exciting conversation, but the many Aussie accents filling the air.
J and I had been travelling
for nearly a month and had not come across any Australians, New Zealanders,
yes. But no Aussies, they were a warm welcome.
We eventually worked up the
courage and asked if we could join the six or so other backpackers who had all
formed into one big group.
After learning all their
names and where they were all from, we had decided we’d all do a bar crawl the
hostel was offering that night.
We were there for the night,
‘what the hell’ we thought.
The ‘getting to know’
conversations with everyone lead us to know they had all basically travelled
around the same way (with Busabout)
and had all just come from Valencia.
Travelling in the same
circle, and who also later joined the growing group on the terrace, was
none-other than a well-known Aussie comedian: Josh Thomas.
Poor him being stuck with
that many Aussies, whom all just about knew who he was, probably gave him a
fright.
So from the Mad Hostel, we
followed two Gold Coast girls to the Cats Hostel where the Mad City Pub Crawl started at 11pm.
Many shots were had, we met
loads of other Australians, and after having way too much Vodka, the crawl
began.
Basically all I remember is
J running around the corner of one of the bars and returning with a kebab.
Well the next morning
certainly reminded me of my trip around Europe with Topdeck.
After that particular night,
we made sure to grab our stash of vegemite to have on toast.
We then decided to join
Andrew and Lauren (a couple we met the night before) on the free walking tour
of Madrid.
I will suggest to those who
are trying to make that decision while travelling: don’t do a walking tour when
you have a hangover!
The highlight of the walking
tour was going into the oldest restaurant in the world, Restavrante Botin, opened since 1723 and learning about why Spanish
people eat grapes to celebrate New Years Eve.
Once the tour had finished J
and I returned to that same kebab shop as the night before with Andrew and
Lauren for lunch.
Not being able to handle
anything to strenuous such as more walking. We decided to wait our hangovers
out in the common room at the hostel before it was time to leave to head to the
train station for our second overnight train. This time bound for Paris,
France.
