How silly of me...

To forget putting up my Italy trip drawings, haha. Consider it a drastically late update. My sketchbooks are still hanging around with my teacher, so I can't scan anything from there :(

I love Italy. I love how artsy it is. It's like a magical fantasy land. I love the Tuscany country side (Vinci, San Gimignano, Pienza), I really, really, love Florence. I love Bologna. Strangely enough, I don't like Rome. Too similar to North America and too many thieves in the subway, I guess. Or maybe I just forgot to bring my camera.

I remember how we first saw a shady gelato store just right where we live that we never went until the last quarter of the trip, and it turned out to be the most amazingly cheap and delicious gelato store. I remember how I'd be so happy in Florenece I was literally flailing my arms around and skipping down the streets in the middle of the night (and no, I was not drunk). I remember how I wanted to explore every part of Tuscany whenever the weekend comes (and took the train whenever we could). I remember how my and my roommates would try out a new Italian dish whenever we got inspired by the food we ate at the restaurants.

Also, I remember how much money I spent during my trip (and almost went over budget)




Florence, there was an opera beside the tower, that's why it has all this cool red lighting. I remember squatting on the pavement with a bunch of other people around. Acrylics on Bristol.



Vinci, watercolor on Bristol. Most memorable moment: A pigeon poop landed squarely on my copics, which was luckily inside a plastic case.



Ah, Venice. I wasn't too fond of this place. Ultra classy rich people with too many Asian tourists from cruises trying to look high class O_e The smell of the sea is nice though. I was talking out loud to the sea and people thought I was crazy. I admit it.

There was also this master glass artist who makes beautiful dainty glass birds and insects (His name is Vittorio Costantini, by the way, look him up!). He doesn't speak much English, and he has this odd secret look at him. The kind that looks like he knows that he's really good at what he does and he was unfazed by our showers of compliments.

Heck, his works are so insanely expensive. I still bought it though, and left me basically broke, hahaha. But I thought if I wanted to buy Murano glass, why not get the most memorable, impressive ones than those that you would find in souvenir shops?


Anyways, in the end, I was so obsessed with Italian cuisine, on the last few days I stuffed a bunch of Italian ingredients in my luggage. I flew back to Toronto and cooked a full 4-course Italian meal for my parents, and served them some Chianti wine.