First Impressions
- December 29th, 2009
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At the same time, there are many surprises. As the bus was heading to the hotel, the bus was stopped by a police officer who was standing on a two feet stool in middle of a circle, directing the crazy traffic. What amazed me by the police officer is that his hands and his arms were moving gracefully and slowly like as if the conductor was conducting a slow and soft music rather than with a fast and an impatient moving look like the American police officers direct the traffic. Italians are surely crazy drivers! They just zoom in a high speed without giving the pedestrians any courtesy! There are nearly no sidewalks! The roads are completely made of cobbled stone. That’s certainly not surprising as Rome is thousands and thousands of years old. Think about it’s Ancient Rome! Carrying the suitcase was even worse! Thank goodness that I had only ONE suitcase and a backpack. The roads are so narrow that the coach bus could NOT get through some of the roads to get to the hotel. So, the bus literally stopped at the end of a few blocks from the hotel, all of the students and I had to trek with our suitcases to the hotel. We were all settled in the hotel for a few hours and then we headed out for the evening.
Worn down houses, but charming scatter around the green and brown plains along with pure green trees – the first images that I saw as soon as the airplane landed. When I first stepped out of the airport, I was in a joy to see my favorite ?machine,? cars! They are cute and petite as always. I was very excited to be on my favorite land, but also on a new land. I?m in Europe, but I’m not in France right now. I’m in Italy. When I arrived here,Chanel Handbags, I felt like I was just returning to my grandparents? home, but looking for new excitements. In other words, children get excited to visit their grandparents, and they visit the same old town, but they always look for surprises, the gifts. The atmosphere of Italy is so far very much like France, but with new surprises. The cars, the countryside, the advertisement designs, the roads, particularly the road signs look the same as France. That’s what makes the atmosphere the same. As the bus was driving through the city of Rome, I was seeing familiar images as if I have already visited these places, the Colosseum, Sant’ Agnese, and the architectural designs on the buildings. My art history professors at school taught me these buildings and designs on the slides in the classroom and therefore, I had a travel preview. The gift that I receive is that I get to step on the soil of the actual historical places and get a close up look.
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