Two Year Anniversary!

Trip Start Mar 29, 2004
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Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Travel Tip #36: Please note: Receptionists do not cook or take food orders.

My goodness travel logs are getting so out of date, Its been so long since I have been in the front row of the Pogues concert, been ages since I got kidnapped by a taxi driver wanting to play his whole self made singing CD to me and did, it seems like a lifetime ago where I had to evacuate 300 guests from the hotel during a celtic match weekend, or the naked guy sleep walking around the hotel and was found in some guests shower, seems like old news incredulously reading about the "hoody" ban in Scotland. Hoody's you know those cotton sweat shirts with hoods, banned in some places cause there are synonymous with Yobs, Neds or Chavs(deliquent kids), there was my trip to York to see my Grandpas old stomping grounds during the the war, had a pint in his local, saw his old airbase, went to a Celtic Match and was gobsmacked at how the fans are segregated and I mean SEGREGATED by a wall of police from the other, It was eons ago since I was in the same room with the Sam Maguire Cup and some of the fellas from Tyrone(the Gaelic Football champs for those who don't know) Been busy you see. Then there is Italy and the Olympics where do I begin......hmmmmm

But my oh my can you believe its been two years. I was only to have gone on this adventure for a year at most...well I suppose I sorta knew it might be longer. This week I have been terribly home sick, even shedding a few tears here and there. I saw an Albertan singer at a small pub here in Glasgow, his name was Corb Lund I think. Anyway he was from Olds and although I have always railed against country music, I made, no I begged, no actually I made a guy two-step with me(noone at the time was dancing at all which I chalked up to why he was resisting such a charming girl such as myself, I eventually dragged him kicking and screaming, boys can he so shy),thankfully he saw the error of his ways and it started a bit of a Glaswegian/Albertan hoedown in the place. Was very very pleased with it all, but left with a heavy heart and told Rachel over a thousand times how she missed an amazing night. I am still making her apologize for not getting there on time. I am sure I will forgive her before she goes home in September.

So I am getting another disciplinary hearing at work, this time for muttering under my breath, "like I don't have enough to deal with" after a guest upon realizing that a reception desk does not take food orders and after politely telling him he could order in the restaurant or bar where there actually WAS food or that nearly cutting my eye open with his menu shaking in my face and screaming like a wee baby, BUT I WANT TO ORDER RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW! was a pleasant experience for me, he's lucky I didn't shove it up his ass. Alas, Customer is King, whoever created that credo needs to be forever confined to low paying customer service jobs. All probably would have blown over if he wasn't a damn shareholder of the company. How was I to know. Langer! They are the worst of the bunch those guys who own like 2 shares in the company. If he knew anything about anything especially a hotel, he'd know that the reception desk does not resemble a restaurant.Although I did have a drunk guy once ask me to make him chips and sausages, but he was much more pleasant. Please Please let me win that sweepstakes that I collected 40 tokens for so I can be rich and merry (another story altogether about begging news agents for yesterdays papers for tokens....I have made a few friends though)I can't believe I am actually getting disciplined for muttering!...later that week. Verdict: Not Guilty. I also didn't win the sweepstakes.

So the Olympics were shall I say interesting...I don't think I could actually say to anyone that I was AT the Olympics as I never actually saw an event. Had tickets to the Mens Semi-Final hockey match but we all know how that went so spent two hours in the pouring rain outside the stadium trying to tout my tickets with 50 other very wet and miserable canucks. We sold them eventually but lost our shirts on them. Then we sadly got on the wrong bus home to our hostel and ended up outside the city limits on the bumpiest road in the world, thereby thrashing us about in an already depressing situation, which of course makes it fecking hilarious. The bus driver was sooooo nice and after trying to explain to us in Italian how we were to get back home to two dumfounded Canadian girls he went to his backpack, smiled, shrugged his shoulders and pulled out two twinkies one for each of us. Times like these you know the world is a nice but peculiar place.

An interesting and so "the life of me" story was we walked into the Canadian Pavillion to have a look around, we were so pleased that we were getting free beer, food, internet and CBC!. It wasn't until a guy on the couch looked at us after talking with us for a half hour and said, "how did you get in here?" we didn't know what he was talking about, and then he told us that we in fact in the Pavillion for Athletes and their families, with that we grabbed another couple of beers and took a gazillion pictures of ourselves looking smug and somewhat cheeky.

After leaving Turin(Torino) a bit heavy hearted we headed to Genova(Genoa) we were always confused as to which was the italian and which was the anglicized version, but then again we were confused the whole trip. Genova was great and quite beautiful, we had the largest most fantastic room for 20 quid a night each which was incredibly reasonable came with breakfast as well. One of the days we headed to Cinque Terre, five towns along the italian riviera. I was so so pleased, as this was one of the few places I HAD to visit way back when this trip was just a thought in my mind 5 years ago, finally I was there in the flesh, it was a bit surreal for me. We walked along the coastal towns (about 14 km) had the most beautiful weather, relaxed, admired (ahem) even had a siesta. The most brilliant moment though for us was sipping our fancy drinks(Pina Colada for me)on the Piazza, eating our Apertivis, watching the sun go down over the riviera. Stunning! We won't go into Rachels glass smashing incident....

The Pizza was wonderful, but strangely they never knew what we were talking about when we asked for a Pizza Vegetariano....seems simple to me. You? The Cappaccinos brilliant. Italy like France is one of those countries though that you have to spend a few weeks there to see it all. Hopefully I will get a chance to go back and enjoy more of it.

Anyway I was going to write more but this is getting to be old news again. I will upload photos or join me on Ringo.com where I am going to upload all my photos, send me an email via this link if you want to join...

Ps thanks for the over 4000 of you who have visited my site since I left home. I love and miss you all and hope to see you soon.
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