first day in como. wake up early to explore teh city. go inside the duomo--it's really pretty. probably makes it to the top of the most beautiful domes list. wander around. meet ila and go shopping in this obscene traveling large touristy clusterfuck. lunch and off to ride the funicular up the mountain. there is a lighthouse on top and it's an 'easy' 10 min walk, 'no hiking shoes needed'. incorrect! suddenly, i am being coaxed into hiking up a mountain, up jagged rocks in sandals and a skirt. not cool! the view at the top is great--this is where marco proposed--and being on top of a mountain overlooking como, i can see why ila said yes :)
i am in carb hell. it appears italians consume nothing but refined carbohydrates (and occasional prosciutto). i hardly ever eat carb, unless it's in sugar form. portions are huge and i just want to chew on some lettuce!!
italian men stare and by that i mean at boobs. i thought this would be a problem in greece, but i guess santorinians are used to seeing girls in bikinis all the time. here, everyone possessing a Y chromosome between the ages of 7 and 70 has their eyes automatically locked on cleavage or general T4 (dermatome) zone. it's almost comical.
we're battling a battle with our cleaning lady. apparently, she likes to hide things. i came back one day after she cleaned thinking i've misplaced my shoes. i found them..in the cabinet under the tv. why? the toothbrushes were deposited into a cup..full of water. i didnt realize toothbrushes were like plants and needed to be kept hydrated. aggie's shopping bag was hung in the closet...on a hanger. the whole bag. weird.
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