Hannibal Lecter’s Whore: Blog Of

I find it really funny that when you start working on your own, you start to have different priorities. Your likes and dislikes change. You change.

Working outside the country which will always be my comfort zone means so much. And more than anything else, it means independent. You decide what to do with your life (and that’s quite disturbing!), and you have no asses to kiss for you are on your own. You don’t have to please people in the first place (most especially your parents). That’s one of the peaks living outside the family and outside the country.

Which brings me to another point: coping up with the culture of the new place. One thing I really noticed is that people here are really so easy with disposing their money. SO different from where I grew – where money and spending have values that you need to learn.

And that’s one thing I am learning here – coping up with their lifestyle. Not that I am required to do so. Here, every adult seem to have a credit card or two. And the good part is that there are a lot of services and information offered for those ‘greenhorns in the field’. So not only that your fed with information as regards different credit card offers, you are also told how to use the thing wisely. (Well, I hope that does not sound like I am still home…)

I was browsing through a couple of old albums and I came across the album full of pictures last, last summer – when I visited my aunt in Italy. The pictures bring back a lot of good memories of the place, to say the least.

Much is written about Italy and perhaps what I may be saying here are not enough to capture the beauty of the place. Well, that is not my intention in the first place, for if I want people to know how ravishing and attractive Italy is, then they could just surf in the internet. What I want to impart here is the convenience to the person wanting to travel and visit Italy – and that can be attributed, I believe to the services provided in the country.

In all my other travel experiences, my trip in Italy was the only one wherein I was not able to experience any hassle as regards booking on a particular hotel. Services are available, quality services, just to emphasize. Hotel Venice is of course very striking; I would trade anything to have a week’s stay in that place. But no, I had to book to another hotel.

That would have been Hotel Naples but I ended up in Hotel Florence – my aunt’s choice, so I’d be in Milan’s centre. Good choice, still, and on top of it all, I had my booking very fast, the process is secure, and you don’t have to worry on giving information as regards your credit card! The service is indeed is indeed an A+.

I just hope that the memories imprinted altogether in these photographs will remain as my age would allow. And perhaps someday, I can go back to Italy. I think I’m good in faking my Italian accent.