December 17, 2014 by brasiersarah
Trieste is a funny city because after spending three weeks in towns, which are so typically Italian, being in places, which define the word stereotype, you are no longer in the Italy you know. Trieste is situated in the top eastern corner of the boot (Italy is shaped like a boot) and has big influences from Eastern Europe as you can see in the people and the buildings.
Trieste is the mongrel pup of Eastern Europe and Italy taking the pastel wash colours and combining them with grand architecture. Taken out of context this city could look posh and for the upper class but once you live in that city and feel it then you will know its something else.
At dusk the main mall comes to life with street music that is accompanied with spritzers and echoed laughter. As children play around the street performers in the main square the night settles in, the warm lights illuminate the building and the whole square comes to life.
The window on the first floor right side was our place for the week of mums 50th birthday. Sarah was one of mum’s school friends that came over to Italy years ago and bought this place for next to nothing. Now a historically protected building in the center of Trieste and our home away from home. Sarah stayed in her flat down the road while we had a whole place to ourselves our luck could not have been better.
This is Sarah and mum on the big day. Since being with mum I have realised that age is just a number and has no bearing on how you can live your life. Mum hasn’t aged much in my eyes, she seems full of youth and her soul is still warm with life. A life that is seems to be gearing up instead of slowing down and it keeps her young (that and the 12 year old trouble maker) and from what I can tell happy. She sets a good standard to reach for when you turn fifty and I can only hope I have the life that she has when I reach that age.
Italy surprised me because I didn’t really expect anything from it. Well no that not true I just did not know what to expect but I didn’t expect to love it as much as I did. I can honestly say that it was one of my most favorite traveled countries and I did not expect that. They are proud people and when you are in their company that will do anything for you to make sure you are safe and happy in their county. The food beyond this world amazing, sure you can find a good Italian restaurant in Australia but first you have to find it. In Italy every restaurant is the best Italian restaurant in your town. The coffee is always good and even at the train stations they have real coffee machines. At the train station! The towns are beautiful and water better still, this is one of the countries that I have told myself I need to go back to. There so much pasta to be slurped, gelato to be licked, pizza to be scoffed, wine to be drunk, coffee to be sipped, beaches to be burnt and life to be lived in Italy and if you love to live life then go and do it with the professionals in Italy.