Bippidy Boppity EHHHHH

Milan Part II

First…I must explain the title of this post which my sister and brother might understand the best. Please watch the following family guy excerpt. *dims theatre lights*

This is just about all the Italian we know as a combined group of siblings and intelligent *cough* young people. So naturally, we were forced to go around going bippity boppity!! The entire weekend. Win? Yes. Mixed in were some actual Italian words Grazie (Thank you) Prego (please) No parlo italiano ( I don’t speak Italian) (Note: A blank stare and a ..what? also suffices if you can’t remember how to say I don’t speak italian) and Scuzi (Excuse me). Then we realized we have a wealth of knowledge of italian from our musical experiences. Unfortunately this limits the conversations to things like LOUDER! and softer and falsetto. Now, the problem was that I had no way to swear in italian so I started using random italian while making hand gestures like shaking my fist at cars who. So…picture this if you will…a 20year old american girl shaking her fist at cars and yelling oh yeah? WELL PASTA FAGIOLI! Ha. Win. Also food for thought…imagine someone doing this in English. Walking around shouting CHEESEBURGER! at cars. Or practicing their english (badly) so it sounds something like…My cookie is kasey. My orange dad is water down the elm tree. Moving on.

On Sunday, we decided to get out of the city and take the train to  Lago Di Como or as I referred to it as Lake Perry Como for most of the trip. Cause I’m clever like that. From the town of Como we took a high speed ferry (super cool) to the town of Bellagio which this beautiful tiny town on the lake. Also…George Clooney has a house here so you know it is quality. We spent the day wandering about this gorgeous town and lamenting about why we did not live in this heavenly place (you’ll get it when you see the pictures). The town is mostly shops and water views and hotels and lots of people take motorcycle rides up there. I now have a new life plan…ride my motorcycle around italy. Sorry mom. Anyway, because it is built into the side of the mountain you have to really want to get places! The town is connected by these little streets and corridors that have shops and restaurants tucked into the corners of them and everything is painted in these beautiful yellows and bright colors. We got lunch in this incredible little place (cheese ravioli? yes please) and they sat us..of course…next to two american business idiots who we spent the meal mocking in Panetta Family Tradition. We then just wandered around. It was amazing. We had no where to be nothing to do and no one to please but ourselves. It was sunny and beautiful and you should go! We got some gelato from…the hottest italian boy ever…which was delightful. Banana split with gelato was so amazing. We spent most of the day in Belagio before heading back to Como for some dinner. Try not to be too jealous when you see the pictures.

Tiny little corridor street

Bellagio

Above is where we got gelato

Happy in Italy.

This Picture amuses me...its my model look.

The only picture of the three of us

Misty oooooo

So pretty

Sunset

Truly an amazing day. Definitely a hidden gem of italy. Although as we were wondering…just to show that italians aren’t all quiet there was a parade of mini coopers through the street who all had different horns including one that played la cocaracha and and A–WOOOGA horn…amused? Yes, we were laughing in the street. The other amusing thing was the amount of times we heard the song she-wolf in this town. If you don’t know what i’m talking about please view the video below:

When it started to get dark we headed back to Como and wandered around a little window shopping and exploring. We again figured out the weird seat yourself at a table and we’ll get to you when we get to you approach to food service but then the food comes out ridiculously fast. Then we headed back on a train to the hotel and an early flight back home to London and the U.S.

We said goodbye at Malpensa (the airport) in the traditional italian two cheek kiss and with a ciao they were gone. The flight was uneventful but for the first time when I got to an airport there was no one waiting for me on the other side. You could say I was a little saddened by this…till I remembered I got to take a train ride home. HA! A train. I am four. I was also basically the only one on the plane to go to the non-eu passport line which was super short and sweet.

For my first solo trip I think this went quite well! It was an amazing experience and I will definitely be traveling back to Italy soon!

Tune in for Dublin Stories later tonight,

 

Ciao

Kc