Palazzi Multo Vecchi in Verona

The next morning, we left our flat behind to look at Verona. And it was another old city with old looking buildings - yeah! The center piece of the city is obviously the Arena, a smaller version of the Colosseum. Apparently, it is said to be more intact than the bigger version in Rome, however, I couldn't care less. To be quite honest, I didn't expect myself to be that much not interested in whatever I see in Italy. It's actually a shame, as I think the history might be quite compelling to others. But for me, it just doesn't do anything. All I see is old, not cared for buildings that decay very poorly. I can't imagine the ways in which the old Roman people might have lived in nor do I really care about learning about it. It's actually quite interesting to me that it is very difficult nowadays to catch my attention. Once it's caught, I'm all over the topic (see F1), but as long as this doesn't happen, I'm just numb towards everything else. But I also think it has a lot to do with small things. For example, I loved all the funny details I've learned during the free walking tours in the Baltic Countries. I ate this shit up, just because it was funny to me. In Verona, we obviously didn't do a tour and if we might have done one, things could have been different. But also the things I've learned during the Venice tour... They just weren't interesting or funny to me. It was just a bunch of people trying to avoid attackers, putting tree trunks under water and therefore somehow surviving. There's not much fun in that. I also don't really like Roman Empire history. I've always been more of a Greek fan girl, eating up all the stories and myths of the Olymp and thinking that the Roman versions of the gods and goddesses were just bad copycats. So, maybe that plays into it as well. Also, it doesn't really help when you see a massive (and I mean like 2hrs wait massive) queue in front of the house that is said to be Juliet's from Romeo and Juliet. Honestly guys! An English guy copied a fictional, over dramatized story from Dante about two Italian teenagers being incapable of talking honestly with their dumb parents and killing themselves in the end, and you wait in line to take a picture of a balcony on which Juliet never could have stood on because she's never been real! Therefore, we obviously didn't wait and got a picture of this. We did manage to see the so-called love fountain which looked rather depressing and wasn't even worth a picture. So, off to go see something really interesting: Supercars!Okumaya devam et