Well, I have been back from Camp for almost a week now. The last week of my trip was fun but pretty uneventful. We stayed in a hostel in Salzburg which wasn't something I was expecting but it was nice. It used to be a monastarty and was converted sometime in the last century to help with tourism. I got to see the birthplace of Mozart which, sadly, was a let down. I don't think it was so much of a let down rather than me just being bored of going to like the 500th museum. It was just a bunch of artifacts and, although it was cool to see pieces of musid that he had written - see top image (okay, actually, that was REALLY cool!) - and some of the instruments he played as a child, it got tedious and boring after awhile. I did buy a music box that plays "Eine Kleine Nacht Musik" ("A Little Night Music") though.
We got to go into the castle up there and our Art History teacher found out about these Roman Ruins underneath one of the cathedrals there and so we went down there and got to see things that were built by the Romans over 2,000 years ago! (Image #2.) Then, the young kids decided to take some Olde Time photos which was fun. I even bought one of those hats that the Germans wear along with their Liederhosen!
I should interject here that on our way to Italy, we got to stop and see the Italian Dolomites which is possibly the most beautiful mountain range I think I've ever seen (even more beautiful than Yosemite). I remember stopping for lunch that was at the top of one of the mountains. We had to take a people-mover (like the ones they used to have at Disneyland); I guess they could be called air-gondolas. Anyway, we rode all the way to the top and I remember after exiting the building and seeing these illustrious mountains (the third pic is literally what I saw when I came out of the building); I was speechless. No words can describe the beauty and wonder that these mountains hold. At lunch, I actually had the nerve to try a dish called Polenta which is an interesting (in a good way) dish and is difficult to describe. I've been told it's a lot like cornmeal but I've never tried cornmeal, so I wouldn't know. All I know is that if given the opportunity, I would probably try it again.
Venice was nice. Not quite what I was expecting because I was a little disappointed by the lack of up-keep of the city. A lot of the buildings were closed due to water damage. I did get to see St. Mark's Cathedral and OH MY GOD is it beautiful! The whole ceiling is covered with gold mosaic tiles! Then there's Piazza San Marco (image #4) (it's famous for having a lot of pigeons). We even got to go on a Gondola ride (image #6), which is something I wasn't expecting. The best part about it was that it was free! The trip coordinator, Luigi, paid for it!
And of course the first meal I had there was Spaghetti Bolognese (spaghetti w/meat sauce) (image #5). I also tried pizza, lasagna, and tira misu. There was this place in Piazza San Marco close to the canal that served the best gelatto also! They were all delicious!
We took a bus from Salzburg to Venice and we had to walk from the bus depot to our hotel because of the fact that most of Venice is under water. Anyway, when we got to the hotel, there was no elevator and our rooms were on like, the 3rd or 4th floor! I had to make multiple trips because I had 3 large bages (and they get pretty heavy after collecting souvenirs for a month!). As I kept going up and down the stairs, all I could think of was that episode of "I Love Lucy" where they have arrived in Italy and they need to keep going up and down the stairs of their hotel because they want to try and call Little Ricky on his birthday. Now, whenever I see that episode I laugh a little louder because that really is how things are there, LOL.
The plane ride home was uneventful. I do remember that no sooner than when we landed, the girl next to me started talking on her cell phone. How typically American of her. I did, however, get some really nice overhead shots of Greenland. (Image #7.) That was thanks to Lance because if it wasn't for him signaling to open up my window, I never would have noticed it.
It was so nice to see my parents after so long. I remember actually feeling nervous and thought that my heart was going to jump out of my chest but then feeling relieved after hugging them and greeting them. It felt so nice to be home because, like Dorothy says, "There's not place like home!" (Que dramatic "movie ending" music).