In fair Verona where we lay our scene…
…two (self-proclaimed) cultural girls by the name of Cathrine and Valerie landed with a thump, ready to make Shakespeare proud by embracing the art, history and handsome Casanovas of Italy:
Being most famous as the setting of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, Verona is a city of romance, and thousands flock to what the Verona Tourist Office has officially pointed out as being the House of Juliet. Here longing girls (and some men) will hang up love letters and climb up to Juliet’s balcony hoping to be serenaded by their Romeos. (If I didn’t have to pay to get up there I would have done the same – and blatantly refused to come down until somebody declared their undying love to me).
Me posing in front of Juliet’s balcony:
One of the main attractions in Verona is the Verona Arena, a Roman amphitheater even older than the Colosseum itself, and which is now a famous venue for opera concerts. When we got there it was already closed for the day, but one of the workers, an incredibly friendly middle aged man by the name of Maurizio, was so kind as to slip us past the gates for free so that we could get a sneak peak:
Off the beaten tourist track we also enjoyed some peace and serenity in Giardino Gusti, an original 16th century Renaissance garden. It truly is an overlooked gem, and it has been visited by great names such as Mozart and Goethe alike:
Verona was love at first sight – the culture was almost to feel and touch, and we especially enjoyed the encounters with the more or less extremely friendly locals. For us who are used to the slightly more shy men of the north, it was hilarious to experience the cocky, hot-blooded men of the Mediterranean, who would start winking, whistling and shouting at us the minute we stepped out the door. For one week our confidence level shot up through the roof.
(*Hurray, we’re getting attention!*)