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What was the experience of leaving Italy?

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I went to Italy a long time ago, and today is a good start and a good end. The reason for choosing Italy this time is just a link sent by a classmate, saying that Andrew Zisserman was invited as a lecturer in a training class. I have read many of his articles and received many teachings. I also heard that all the children in this major use his books as teaching materials, so I had a brainwave and moved vigorously. I immediately asked my tutor for a wish, sent my resume to the course organizer and another tutor's recommendation letter, and then I went to the dean to "find money".

Bloom has two flowers, one for each table. Recently, I accidentally saw the backpacker experience shared by my classmates on the Internet, set foot on the great mountains and rivers, and enjoyed the world scenery. I yearn for it and envy it. I'm single and alone. Although I don't have no friends, I always have friends to entertain me, and I'm considerate. I often have a good time and have no pressure, but I feel a little less unspeakable. Being a backpacker on the run is also a long-term accumulated impulse.

These two factors encouraged each other, and this eight-day tour of Italy came into being. Not much to say, go to Wales to apply for a visa, end Boyi's year-end defense, pack up and set off.

The 7: 00 a.m. flight, even if you check in at 6: 00, you have to board the plane for the airport at 5: 00 at the latest. Booking tickets around 4 o'clock is a good choice in case the bus overslept late, so the fate of getting up at 3 o'clock to wash and eat is inevitable. It has always been my choice to leave myself a way out, but sometimes it makes me indecisive and overly cautious.

The school transportation is very convenient. There are more than ten buses passing by our school's internal station in Putrajaya, and there are also buses leading to major cities in Britain. Even going to the airport at 3 am is not a problem. I booked a ticket, got up early, put my bag on my back and set off. Who knows that there is no sign of embarrassment, and there is nowhere to escape. Arrive at the station in advance to watch and look around, but the bus is late. The night in Putrajaya began to get cold, but it couldn't stop the bustling nightlife of chic undergraduates. Although only the bustling crowd shuttled back and forth, slightly drunk and heavy, the power of alcohol pulsated in this heavy darkness. It has been seven years since my freshman year. Time flies, sometimes it flies, sometimes it is long. A taxi driver talked with me for a long time and said that he could take me downtown for free, and another 25 pounds would take me to the airport. After I declined, I had to drive away angrily. Finally, when I got to the next bus, I complained to the driver that the previous bus had disappeared inexplicably, but I was not in the mood to hold on to it. It's not too late to get on the bus and feel at ease.

Bristol pizza place

Arrive in Pisa at 10: 30 in the morning. This small town has a world cultural heritage-Miracle Square, among which the Leaning Tower of Pisa is world-famous. My luggage always has only one backpack, which contains the laptop and clothes needed for class. It is not heavy, but it is not easy to move. It takes about 20 minutes to walk to Pisa Railway Station, and then walk straight for a quarter of an hour to reach Pisa's commercial street. It is said that the commercial street is actually just a little more prosperous in other residential areas, with many alleys and small shops.

After crossing the bridge and moving on, the explorer looked for the trace of the leaning tower of Pisa, turned his head inadvertently, and an ivory tower came into view inadvertently. Not as high as expected, but this circular bell tower immediately flaunts its uniqueness, and the cylindrical load-bearing arch adds a little exquisiteness to the solemnity.

I asked someone to take pictures for me. With my enthusiasm and repeated inquiries, I couldn't help posing as an iron tower. I think of a fight about free fall in middle school textbooks. I never thought that one day I would look at the leaning tower of Galileo's hometown and imagine this free fall experiment. Next, I went to the cathedral for a walk, then sat in front of Pisa Normal College for a short rest, bought a legendary invincible ice cream, and then turned back to the railway station to prepare for another trip, holding a small miracle square sculpture as a souvenir. ?

Pizza-Sestri Levante

When I got on the train, I was sleepy immediately. As soon as I closed my eyes and leaned back, I fell into a state of being half asleep and half awake. I don't know how long it took, but I felt flickering and light and shadow intertwined. When I woke up, the original train entered the tunnel and was about to close my eyes and take a nap. A scene flashed before my eyes, which made me want to exclaim. That is a picture rolled up by golden light. Blue waves raise layers of spray and pat on the edge of a straight cliff dotted with green depressions. A crooked coconut tree can't cover the sparkling waves, but it makes the scorching sun lean back. There was only one frame, and the whole beautiful layout was fleeting, and it fell into darkness again, but I inadvertently captured the panorama. Perhaps it came too suddenly, and the surprise surged like a frenzy. At this point, I was sleepy and turned to look out of the window. I froze and looked forward to it. Open the mobile phone map, only to find that the original train has been walking very close to the coastline, just passing through monterroso, a fishing village, and also close to the Mediterranean. The train tunnel is dug on the cliff by the sea, and sometimes you can catch a glimpse of the scenery outside through the cracks in the rock. This fleeting time has given me a lot of expectations for the coming city. So-called near Zhu Zhechi, I think Seth Trile Wante won't let me down as a seaside city.

After a day's hard work, I got off the train excitedly, carrying a big backpack and walked briskly to my hotel. I found a restaurant and ate a pizza. I feel that the pizza dough here is much thinner, especially the edge of the round cake is soft. The boss made a long gesture to me and asked me if I wanted to cut it. I also motioned to him for a receipt. My friend told me not to expect too much from English, which is true. After a comfortable night's sleep, I can go into battle lightly. The buffet breakfast in the hotel is quite rich, with various special bread cakes, vegetable and fruit salads and delicious shellfish. The coffee after dinner is also very fragrant, which makes me feel good. Coffee is everywhere in Italy, and it tastes excellent. No wonder Starbucks can't survive here.

The research site is in a foundation by the sea. Leaving the beach for class is a great test of willpower. The sea water in the morning is blue and reserved, changing levels with the depth, being hugged by the hills, and very shy. The boat moored on the sea, adding a little vitality. Such a quiet city, such a city that people can't help grinning, is really not disappointing. This bay has a peaceful name-Jingwan.

Bite your teeth and go to class. It's natural to be serious in class, but the splash of sea water outside the window didn't distract me. I only ate a tuna sandwich at noon, because I ate a lot of snacks provided by the organizers during the break. An Italian menu made my eyes shine. Fortunately, Sebastian and Luca, who were in class together, ordered my meal and solved the problem. Then I ate and talked with a group of them at a small table by the sea. Someone heard that I was studying in Bristol, suddenly asked me if I knew my tutor, and said that I had visited our laboratory, which made me wonder whether the world was too small or the boss was famous. The sandwich looks strange, but it looks like a hamburger, but it tastes very good. A cup of espresso after a meal is also boring. Eat, continue to study for half a day, and it's time to eat again. After leaving the classroom, I'm going to explore the surrounding scenery. I met Luca before I took two steps. Chatting and chatting, I learned that he also wanted to go shopping, so he led the way directly and they left together. After two blocks, I came to the other side of the coast and walked along the long embankment until the end, and the mountains and rivers became magnificent. The rugged rocks are entrenched, the mountain roads are winding, and the open sea level in the distance blocks half of the afterglow of the sunset, leaving half of the rolling clouds, half of them gradually becoming deep and surging, and there are rippling sunsets and solitary sails. This scene seems to correspond to a poem, I said.

Luca took me to a restaurant with good price/performance ratio and recommended me to eat wonton with fish sauce. Wonton happened to be on my "food list", so I didn't hesitate to place it. Fish sauce is delicious, not greasy or fishy, and it is delicious to dip in bread at last. Luca reviewed my "food list" and gave me some suggestions. Although his English is not very good, he still had a good chat with me, saying that he was not here when I went to Venice, and he could be my tour guide next time. After dinner, I said goodbye to him and went back to the hotel. I found that two people from China who were in class together were also in a hotel with me, surfing the Internet in the lobby. But the night was already deep, so I said hello to them, went back to my room and fell asleep.

The next day, the class was still the same, and I was not hungry at noon, so I went to eat a tiramisu and didn't feel any different. It suddenly occurred to me that it seemed unreasonable not to go into the water at the seaside, so I invited two China people to say, let's go swimming in the sea after class, feeling that someone would save my life. The class was over at 6: 30 in the afternoon, but it was sunny and we didn't feel tired at all. We rushed back to the hotel to prepare for departure, thinking of having a good time before sunset at 7: 30. Like a robot cat, I took out a pair of beach pants from my backpack and went straight to the beach in slippers. The sea water is so clean that it is difficult to see any sundries if you look closely. You can clearly see the spit in the sea. It's hard to say that I don't evaluate my swimming skills. Let's call everything that can float swimming. Deliberately poured a mouthful of seawater, which is really salty! Swimming in the sea and swimming in the Mediterranean is really the first time. Once, I thought it was worthwhile to take this course. When I went back to the hotel for dinner, I had a great appetite. First, I ate a buffet dish, various side dishes and bread, then the first dish was lasagna, then a large tuna main course, and finally Tiramisu as dessert fruit. The three of us ordered a bottle of wine and ate and drank until we were full. I have hardly forgotten the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it's good to enjoy such scenery unintentionally.

On the third day, the class was the same. At noon, I had dinner with two new friends from China. It is estimated that I haven't seen many people in China for several months, or I have come to this place where my English is not good, and I look at my brothers and sisters so kindly. There was no sardine recommended by Luca on the menu, so I ordered anchovy mozzarella cheese with tomatoes, which sounded similar. The taste of anchovies is heavier, but Mashuri cheese is much milder than ordinary cheese, and it also matches well with the sweet and sour taste of tomatoes and the slightly spicy taste of oregano in Ye Er. After dinner, I ran to the seaside and basked in the sea breeze, which was very comfortable.

The afternoon class ended a little early, and while the temperature was just right, I went to the seaside without saying anything. The same beach brings the same freshness: in the afternoon, the beach is more transparent in the sun, and every stone on the seabed can be clearly seen through the seawater that does not reach the chest. Flocks of slender fish are shuttling quickly. Not far from the seaside, someone is holding a lot of silver fish jumping in his palm. I wonder how he caught them. I want to learn from him, but I am far less keen than a fish. After a while, I saw a seabird parked on the sea and wanted to join in the fun, but it turned away calmly and seemed to be looking at me sideways.

For dinner, I ate spaghetti, swordfish and various cheeses in the hotel. After a few days of rambling, the beauty of wine and food nourished me for a few days. It's time to embark on a journey again. Create your own storm and challenge the spiritual limit. Get up at three o'clock in the morning, leave the hotel at four o'clock, board the train at four thirty, arrive in Milan at seven thirty, board the train at nine o'clock one hour later, stand for nearly three hours, and arrive at the next stop-Venice around twelve o'clock.

Cestri levante-Venezia

I thought about it for a long time before I left, and I don't know whether to include Venice in my itinerary. If it is included, it needs to bypass the north from the middle and then turn back to the south from the middle, filling the hardships of many journeys; I will feel sorry if I let it go this time. After all, I don't know when I will go back to Italy next time. I seem to have forgotten the name Venice. I was finally inspired by the spirit of the outbreak, so I was sure, so I went to see it.

Arriving at the main island of Venice, when the train traveled from Venice inland railway station to the main island railway station, it immediately attracted people's attention. The railroad tracks are at sea, the blue sky on both sides, the clear sea water and the street lamps half immersed in the sea have slowly drawn closer to this water city. When I got off the train and walked out of the station, the sky suddenly seemed to clear up: it was still the blue sky that scorched the earth, or the clear water with golden light, but the criss-crossing ditches showed a different look. Sitting in the water bus, I went to the glass island, blowing the cool sea breeze and looking at the long-tailed boats and colorful cabins on the shore. After passing through bridge opening, I strolled to the outer island of Venice, Murano Island, which is famous for its glass products. There are countless small shops on the island, and all kinds of glass products emerge one after another.

The masks in Venice are world-famous, and so are the glass products on this island, so I bought a small glass mask, killing two birds with one stone.

Return to the main island of Venice, land in St. Kyle Square and continue walking. The bustling square, the unique gondola, the towering Venetian Bell Tower, the magnificent Duke's Palace, and the St. Kyle's Cathedral in Byzantium. It is rare to see this kind of golden mosaic mural in the church, which reveals the charm of shareholders. Standing on a stone bridge on the canal, you can see the Sigh Bridge not far away. The bridge is small, so you can't see it carefully from a distance. You can only guess a touch of baroque from the round carved surface on the top of the bridge and the carved on the closed window. Just look carefully, I heard a whimper, and an Asian uncle dropped his nose on the ground next to him, causing a burst of exclamation around him, and all kinds of eyes were projected, mixed with a few comments of "... Asians". My heart is very bad, I can only look at the bridge of sighs in front of me and sigh.

I saw a short passage in The Merchant of Venice, and later learned that Shakespeare started this famous play with Rialto Bridge in Venice as the background, so I gladly went there. The floating pavilion at the top of the bridge is its characteristic, which is much larger than other bridges in Venice. Various shops on both sides are also very lively. I want to buy a mask to wear, but I think there is no room for my backpack, so I have to give it up. For dinner, I ate a plate of cuttlefish pasta, a plate of black ink noodles, and fresh cuttlefish with a glass of white wine, which also brought out the best in each other.

Instead of continuing to visit Venice's art galleries and museums, I always feel that it is good to look at Venice's water, culture, architecture and history. I have a few stops left. Carrying this huge backpack and arriving at the railway station by boat again, it is not easy to travel for a day. I thought it was weight training to comfort myself.

I was exhausted when I left Venice. You can't stand up straight when you sit down, and you can't open your eyes when you lie down. Sitting on the train to Florence, watching the dim scenery outside the window, facing the rising corners of the mouth in the sunset, it seems to be mocking and self-deprecating. Heart, you can't hold it anymore. Then, while trying to figure out what it feels like to travel at night, I began to plan the next day's trip; Say two words in your heart-run away.

Venice-? Florence

Get off, sprint, street, shuttle. I don't know if I feel sleepy or Florence is too conspicuous. Even if I was in an alley, the buildings sandwiched between the two sides showed a solemn feeling unabashedly, and the buildings looked dark and deep under the street lights. The masonry on the surface of the house is abrupt, but there is no sense of splicing. It is angular, but kind and perverse. There are arrangements in all directions, but they are not boring. Although it's not too high, it's a little antique and doesn't mix with the old days. Even so, thinking about the words youth travel, there is not much expectation. In my mind, I can't help but see a small street full of water stains, a small door swaying in the cold wind, and a dark corridor connecting a row of rickety stairs. All kinds of situations flashed in my mind, but under the guidance of navigation, I stopped unconsciously in front of a building: a double-opened arch-shaped ochre gate, two people high, embedded in a rat-colored wall, which made people feel powerless. A row of houses has three to five floors, which are slightly scattered but neat.

Press the doorbell, step into the door, haven't turned to the second floor, right against the face a little black elder brother has been grinning across the stairs in greeting me, this must be the landlord, my heart. Quietly looking at his grandiose long curly hair, his young and thin appearance seems not so reliable. I can't help but feel a little nervous. While secretly raising your vigilance, you show confidence, say hello and introduce yourself. The landlord is very enthusiastic. He immediately took out a map of Florence and began to take stock of scenic spots and delicious food for me. In the meantime, he did not forget to recommend a friend's restaurant and sent a coupon. Although I have my own plans for a long time, I naturally accept them all in my temper, and sometimes I add a few comments to avoid losing my manners. In addition, it is always good to listen to all the information provided by the landlord. Pay the rent and other expenses, get the key, and get ready to wash and sleep. I thought I had lived in a university dormitory for a long time. I hope no one will cry at midnight and disturb people's dreams. Unexpectedly, when I pushed the door, a beautiful woman with long hair was sitting at her desk surfing the Internet. She is blonde and looks very young. She looked at me, smiled at me and began to introduce herself enthusiastically. After a brief greeting, I realized that she was from Florida and had just graduated from high school. She wanted to do something she wanted to do before college, so she applied for a job of looking after horses in Italy. Unexpectedly, she came to Italy, a small city in the middle of nowhere, and the horses were dirty and tired. It's not as dreamy as she imagined. Disappointed, she quit her job and went to Florence to do odd jobs, so she helped with daily chores in this hotel. I can't help but admire her, thinking that at her age, it is impossible to have the courage to travel alone in a foreign country for a small dream in my heart. After chatting for a while, my sleepiness dissipated a lot, so I went to the living room to say hello to everyone.

A long table in the living room was full of men and women, and everyone made room for me, saying that there was free red wine to try. I exchanged names and nationalities with you, poured a glass of wine and started chatting. I haven't spoken for 30 seconds when my busy desk stopped and stared at me with a Gherardini expression. This is me dumbfounded, wondering what I just said, conscious that there is nothing wrong with it. An American girl sitting next to her finally couldn't help it: "You speak English, wow, don't say you are from China!" " "Go on, don't stop," said another American girl with a smile. It suddenly occurred to me that all of you in Canada and the United States here may have never heard of a British accent for a long time. A Canadian boy sitting at the end of the table gave me a thumbs-up and praised my English accent. After reading Friends, The Big Bang Theory and Happy Family, I also know that some Americans like British accents, but most of them are British on weekdays. Although they have all been praised, they have never encountered such a reaction. Although it was a little unexpected this time, it was naturally an honor. Give vanity a few sweets to beautify it.

After drinking a few glasses of red wine, I didn't feel sour or bored at all, and there was a fragrance aftertaste in my throat, which made me exclaim that Italy is the hometown of wine. Then I began to chat with you gradually, from music to travel, from internet censorship in China to drug abuse in a certain country. Rogue is sleepy again, thinking that it is inevitable to get up early tomorrow, so I have to confess to you, quit the invitation to go out for a night outing together, and tidy up and sleep.

I was unconscious when I slept, and it was dark. Until I was awakened by the alarm clock, I was still sleepy and hazy. Looking around, I don't know when someone is sleeping soundly in the bed around me, so I crept up to wash, packed my luggage, had breakfast and set off.

Go straight to the entrance of the college art gallery, wondering if you want to go in and see the statue of David. The long line at the door is daunting. However, because there are no other particularly famous works in the art gallery, and there are two imitations of the statue of David in Florence, the real thing and the fake thing must be the same in my turbid eyes, so I immediately turned around and went to the uffizi Gallery, a must-see place during my trip. Along the way, many streets were surrounded, which caused great trouble to the traffic. We didn't realize it was a bicycle race until we got close. There are many pedestrians around, and every time a team member whizzes past, there will be cheers around. Such a lively scene also accelerated my pace.

It took a lot of effort to squeeze out this closed road and move on, passing the "three-ring bridge" in Xu Zhimo's One Night Cui. On such a sunny day, I can't understand the complex feelings in the poem, but the name he gave Florence "Fei Lengcui" undoubtedly made the ancient city tender and fresh. There is not a stinking pork shop on this war-torn ancient bridge. Instead, there are all kinds of gold jewelry stores, people strolling or leaning on the promenade, and the beautiful Arnold River in their eyes.