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Europe » Italy » Campania » Avellino August 3rd 2008

Ciao!! Wah ca fait longtemps jvous ai pas donné de nouvelles. Je suis presentement en France chez des amis bretons. Je pars demain pour le Portugal. Je vais vous raconter mes péripéties des dernieres semaines. J'ai passé plus de 2 semaines en Italie. C'est le pays où j'ai passé le plus de temps après l'Allemagne. Il faut dire que je ne m'attendais pas a aimer ca autant!! Les Italiens sont trop nice. Beaucoup ne parlent pas ou parlent tres mal anglais. Mais ils s'en fichent, et s'ils veulent te parler et bien ils vont te parler en Italien meme si ils savent tres bien que tu n'y comprends rien. Ils sont comme ca, ils sont loud; ils aiment parler et fort. Ils aiment rire et sont tres ouverts et veulent vous aider. C'est surement le peuple ... read more
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Europe » Italy » Campania » Avellino April 11th 2007

The “Monuments” of Avellino take about twenty minutes to see. There’s the clock tower in the Old Town, Il Duomo (the domed church) and a fountain. If you are looking for tourist attractions and to take pictures of grand cathedrals and famous statues, skip Avellino head straight to Rome and get your camera ready. But if you want a true Southern Italian experience pull off of the autostrade and take the small, winding road inland to Avellino. Here you will get a taste of Italian hospitality at its finest and some of the most amazing food in the world. In Avellino, you don’t observe Italy; you live it. The village of Avellino is at the foot of a valley just a forty minute drive from Naples, or Napoli in Italian. I had expected country bumpkins and ... read more

Europe » Italy » Campania » Avellino April 10th 2007

The first nights in Avellino were difficult. To say that I was homesick is not sufficient. I had lived abroad before, and loved it. But it had been so long since I had been truly independent. I had become too reliant on my relationship, which was one of the reasons that I left, but I had not prepared myself for how truly alone I would be. There is a thin line between independence and loneliness, and I was terrified that I had crossed it. An even bigger fear was that I had permanently lost a part of myself by relying on someone else for too long. The second night I walked up and down the streets—there was a fair and vendors were set up selling everything from antiques to toys to children’s books. I was relieved ... read more




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