It was funny when we were discussing places that we have visited, it came to a point where everyone was missing home! It hit me right as I felt the same way! Homesick! It is not that am not enjoying the trip, I do very much, it struck me when I miss the familiar. The nasi ayam, the convenience of driving, the comfort of being home. But then again, this is a trip! What will it not be without a little of a hassle!
I am currently in Firenze, or better known in the English world as Florence. This place seems to be more touristy than Rome, I guess because it much smaller in scale. Saw the naked David... funny to see people crowding the statue and shoot a photo a static oversized carved marble in the form a naked man! Nevertheless, it was amazing to see how intricate the Renaissance era was with the grandeur of the buildings, statues, flooring and everything else that surrounds it. It was very fascinating.
Oh yea... yesterday, while I was still in Rome, I visited the Vatican City and had a chance to witness with my own eyes Michelangelo's ceiling painting. It was funny to see everyone in the hall of Sistine Chapel with their neck up admiring the beauty, more like the grandeur of his creation. To me, it was more of how westerners cleverly commercialize their assets and turn some old ceiling (yes, it was beautiful) into something breathtaking. Talking about strategic marketing. Tips for those who manage KLCC. And those at Tourism Malaysia. With clever marketing, a box of matches can be cool. Or say a bottle of water... yes, I am still harping about the fact that it is RM9 a bottle here... get Paris Hilton or even our own Siti to touch it. I bet the price goes up higher.
One more thing. It's amazing to know that in Italy, there are more than 1.5 million Muslims. They are everywhere especially in big cities. The operator of this internet cafe is one. I greeted him with Assalamualaikum hoping to get some discounts (hehehe... cheapskate). Ironic it is as Italy is where Catholicism is with Pope and what not and Islam is actually growing in this country.
Okaylah. As I said to many others, I'm missing nasi. Very much. Nasi with all the lauk-pauk. Those who know Baloh at Damansara Perdana, yeaa... that type of nasi.
Later people.
