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   I've always been fortunate enough that my parents took me in their travels. I've seen a lot of stuff that I'm definitely not taking for granted. This blog is one of the ways I'd like to preserve those experiences. A pity that I only thought of it now. Then again, it'd be hard to recall some of the places ten years ago...
Why Summer Fling?

   It's been a long-running joke among me and my friends that when we'd go off to Europe (or some other 'exotic' locale), we'd find boys to have summer flings with. Alas, no such luck for me. Hence, this blog is my summer fling. Cheers!
   

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About the Entries:
1. Dana's vocabulary is weird.  I can use 'thingy' and 'acclimate' in the same sentence. I also often put in obscure slang, or not-so-obscure but non-globally friendly Filipino. If you can't understand me, don't worry. Even my friends don't :D
2. Dana has a potty mouth  Ha. Take that, private school! If it helps, I mostly use foreign swear words. Unless I'm in that foreign swear word's country.
3. Dana's memory and hearing ain't all that accurate.   And I'm studying to become a journalist. Great. Anyway, if someone sees something wrong about the facts here, just tell me and I'll be happy to correct it.
4. Babbling is one of Dana's favorite pastimes.   I'm actually quite inane.
5. Don't mind Dana's bouts of peevishness.   Quote Avenue Q: "Everyone's a little bit racist, sometimes. Doesn't mean I go around committing hate crimes..." Logically, I know it's stupid to prejudge or generalize. But hey, I'm often irrational. If it helps, I'm sorry about my episodes afterwards.:D
6. Dana is a nerd.   I compulsively take notes. Sorry. Heck, the only reason my entries are long is because I want to use the copious notes. And, I wax poetic.
7. Dana will rip out the spleen of anyone who uses these pictures of her and her family without her consent and feed it to the live komodo dragons while owners of said spleens watch in agony as fire ants crawl all over their honey-smeared bodies. This is rather self explanatory.

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Friday, April 14, 2006
Legal.

    Tee hee).  Man, I miss training.  I’m so out of shape.
    I first checked in the card room, and found Mikki and Risa playing crazy eights with the Lichauco kids.  I taught them Heart Attack.  >:) I think I created monsters.
    The three of us ate dinner afterwards on Deck 10, since the pizzeria was closed.
    I then went to the ship store, which pretty much sold crap or expensive jewelry.  I went back to the cabin, and soon Risa and Mikki entered, thoughtful enough to bring me a pear.  At around 915 we went to the teatro to watch the show “Cinemania”.
    On the way, the Scottish/English people who were with us on the Tripoli tour joined us in the elevator.  They recognized me as the girl who took down copious notes (Yes, Camille.  Even up till now).  Somehow the conversation went around to drinking, and the nice gentleman said that he’d buy me a beer when I turned legal.
    “I am legal!”  I cried.  Sisters laughed.  The foreigners looked shocked.  I explained that I was turning 19 in June.
    “But you look so young,” protested one matronly lady.  The man earlier said it was a good thing.  As they walked away, the woman replied, “Not at that age.”
    Sigh.
    The show, “Cinemania’’, was kitschy and mediocre.  I wanted to claw my eyes out when they did Star Wars.  And that’s all I’m going to say about that.


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Shores of Tripoli, continued

    We assembled in the Piazza Italia at 8:30 am for the excursion.  There were much less English-speaking tourists today than there were yesterday—partly because the Americans were banned from going down (US has no relations with Libya *cough*dictator*cough*), and partly because most of the Filipinos were afraid that if their passports were stamped, they'd have problems obtaining a US visa.
   
That turned out to be a lost cause, deciding no to go down.  As long as we were in Libyan waters, our passports would be stamped.
   
So, my family and one of Dad's friends were the only Filipinos who went on the 'Tour of Tripoli'.  Our tour guide's name was Multa, Arabic for 'key'.  Once again I went into dork mode, and started scribbling notes.  Since we were only allowed to use one camera, I lent mine to Mikki, who was acting as our official photographer.
    Libya has a population of 5 million, all Muslim.  Tripoli, the capital, has 1.3 million people.  The dictator's Khadafi, and his picture is plastered everywhere.  Ma said he once danced with Imelda Marcos. 
    The city's alternately sunny and windy.  It's pretty warm, but once you're in the shade it's really cold.  The whole city smelled of fish, even inside the buildings.
   
NERD ALERT.

     The first rooms were a hodgepodge of sculptures from prehistory to Byzantine.  There was a Roman mausoleum from the 2nd century, a sculpture of Venus given to the leader of Germany's air force in 1985, a huge wall mosaic depicting Roman gladiators, a map of Assaray Al-Hamray (or Tripoli castle), and statues of Apollo and Hadrian.
    The next room had a light blue Volkswagen Beatle.  It was the property of 2nd lieutenant Moammar Ghedaffi, and was on many a secret mission.  Lookie, a funky revolutionary car!
    Most of their prehistoric finds came from Haua Fteah, the largest cave in the Mediterranean basin.  We saw the usual artifacts: hunting tools, pottery shards, cave drawings, yada yada.  There was a child's skull's skeleton dating back 6,000 years.
    Damn.  I'm getting lazy about writing down every single detail.  The Honta Temple exhibit had a sacrificial altar (found in Sri Lanka) and a grave for the Garamantian people, an ancient Libyan tribe.  Of the Phoenician Period, I only copied a symbol of Tani—their great god.
    The majority of Roman finds were in Leptis Magna, one of the three famous historical cities (Hence, 'tri-polis').  The other two were Sabratha and Oea, which is modern Tripoli.  Again, huge mosaics covered the walls—Pegasus, hunters, the god of the Nile, and snakes and fishes.  There was also a really cool relief of Medusa.  The Byzantine period was pretty much the same.  After it came the arrival of Islam, the early Fatimid mosques up to vernacular architecture.  They had elaborate displays of modern Arabic life, nomadic Bedouin or otherwise.



END NERDDOM.

    After the museum, we went walking around the Old City.  It was a pity, but the shops were closed every Friday for religious reasons.  Some notable sites were 17th century Koran college; a 2nd century Roman column still standing; Jami Shaib al-ain's mosque, built in 1699; the Tripoli Historical Exhibition, known as 'Harem House" during the rule of Ali Garamanly; a Bank of Rome; a Greek Orthodox Church, still functioning, and a now unused Roman Catholic Church called Santa Maria.



Santa Maria Church


Greek Orthodox Church

    Then we saw the Arc of Marcus Aurelius, which used to have a statue of him and his brother Lucius.  The Roman city, as evidenced by the Arc, was lower than modern Tripoli; in the ruins I could see roof fragments on the ground.
 


The Arc Pics

    Our excursion group entered the Jami Gurgi Mosque, and watched our guide pray—it really was a beautiful ritual.  The mosque itself was beautiful too, ornate and geometric; like all the churches and temples I've been to, it had an air of holiness.  Our tour ended in a hotel still under construction.  Looked to be a pretty interesting hotel too, of Arabic design rather than the usual western luxury.



Jami Gurgi Mosque



The Hotel
    Afterwards, our bus took us back to the ship.  My family had lunch, and my sisters and I returned to our room.  Million Dollar Baby is icky, and depressing.

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Good Friday--Shores of Tripoli

    We're going to Tripoli, Libya today.  If you can't spot the irony…Too bad.  Then again I do have an odd sense of humor.

    Since we're in a Muslim country, the restrictions are pretty stiff.  No religious items such as crosses or rosaries are allowed on our persons or in our bags.  All alcohol onboard must be hidden away.  For women, the dress code is just as strict.  We have to be covered from head to toe, and bring our shawls and pashminas in case headscarves are necessary.

    Yay!  I'm wearing my blue cowl turtleneck.  It's much bigger on me now.  This means I weigh less than I did five years ago in Spain.  Joy. :D
 
The Cowl





Tripoli.


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Thursday, April 13, 2006
Malta!

    The second time I woke up, it was nearly 11 am.  After getting dressed we ate in deck ten for a quick lunch.  We had to hurry a bit, since the excursion that my parents signed us up for were leaving at 1 pm.  I made the mistake of wearing those stupid low-rise jeans today, so I quickly changed to my more comfortable blue denims.

    We boarded the bus.  Our tour guide's name was Marisa.  The driver was on the right.


Our guide, Marisa (lady with the red hair)

   

Fun facts:  the Republic of Malta, formerly part of Sicily, is an independent nation with a population of about 400,000.  Since they've just recently joined the EU, they still use the Maltese pound or lira, which is equivalent to 3 US dollars or 2.5 Euros.  Malta has a very cool history—full of prehistoric Venuses, Arabic influences, French or Italian knights, British colonizers, and the fight towards independence.  But more on that later.

    Maltese is a very different language from Italian.  80% of it is actually Arabic-based, but written in the Latin script.  Marisa said that Arabs say that Maltese is quite archaic; the equivalent of Chaucer's English.



    Malta is really pretty and golden.  It's as if I was in Greece and Granada at the same time.  For etymology geeks (cough) the reason for its name is pretty obvious.  'Malta' comes from the Roman malita, which translates to something like 'honey'; they used it to describe the limestone that makes up most of the infrastructure in the city.


Even the dilapidated buildings are gorgeous.

    I've mentioned the knights, right?  The knights of St. John (or was it Jerusalem?) are also known as the Knights Hospitallers because they built the first hospital of Europe here in Malta.  Just before we entered the city proper, our tour guide pointed out an islet with beautiful, familiar-looking ancient walls.  She then mentioned that Brad Pitt stayed there for six months filming Troy. :D



Looks familiar, doesn't it?

    That's not the only place in Malta that was used in a Hollywood film.  Much of Munich was filmed on a street we passed called Trio San Paul.


Mom, and Munich

    Valleta, the ancient main (and now commercial) city of Malta was very unique.  Its Renaissance-and-Baroque building lined up in a perfect grid system.  The balconies were of Turkish design.  City ordinance prohibited front steps, and the corners of corner building had to be decorated.  As a result, it was a very beautiful city.


Random pics

    Our first stop was the National Museum of Archaeology.  The building itself had a history—it was completely original, untouched from the time that the Knights of St. John came from Provence built it in 1575.  Being the huge history geek that I am, I took EVEN MORE notes.



Museum

    Malta has an impressive prehistoric record.  They have the oldest freestanding monuments in the world, older even than the Great Pyramids of Egypt.  Below Valleta lies an underground city, replete with ancient catacombs and tunnels.  The underground cemetery, as seen in a diagram, was really huge; it contained around 10,000 skeletons.  Another amazing place was the Hal Saflieni Hypogeum, which only allows 10 visitors per hour.  The Xaghro Stone Circle and the Ggantua temples were so pretty from the pictures, that I wished I had another day in Malta just to visit them.

   
    Fat-lady sculptures were present once more.  The Hajar Qim group were headless and squatting, with slots for heads that represented different gods.

    My mom's face when she saw 'The Venus of Malta' was very funny. ^_^

    We then went on to the Grand Master's Palace, which was now being used by the president and parliament of Malta.  I was in HEAVEN in the armory.  In fact, I wished one of my fencing shirts, just to complete my dorkiness.  Owen and I took a picture in front of some armor.



Dana, pretty much in fangirl mode

    My tour group walked past a couple of landmarks, such as St. Paul's Shipwreck Church (because St. Paul was shipwrecked at Malta), the remains of the opera house (during WW2 Malta was heavily bombed) and the Office of the Prime Minister.  The tour formally ended in the Barrakka Ta'Fuq, or the Barraka Upper Gardens.  Really pretty; I could easily imagine being a Trojan princess amongst the verdant beauty.



Barrakka Ta'Fuq

    We walked around.  My family got to sneak inside St. John's Cathedral, and it was really, really baroque.  The Maltese cross was exactly what I imagined it to be; pretty.  (Malta robbed me of most of my vocabulary, reducing it to really and pretty).  I managed to buy pins in the store beside it, and further down in Republic street stuff for my friends.


Cathedral

    We went back to the boat, which once again headed for rough seas.  While my sisters went off in search of pizza, I took a short nap with Mom.  Dinner came soon after, and I retired early.

    Goodnight. 

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Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Palermo, part two

    After some amount of ogling (and me, trying not to stare at the punks skateboarding and rollerblading), we headed back to the port.  I frantically searched for souvenir shops to buy my brother a pin, but the only shops in sight sold ceramics.


I really wanted to be a bull.
    We went on board once more, and Dad went to the lawyers' group private cocktail (which Dad said later was nothing.  Hardly cocktails, and not even a large amount of time).  Risa coerced Mikki and me to stop lollygagging about in the cabin.  We lollygagged (if there is such a word) around the boat instead.  I wanted to check out the cocktails, but unlike Owen's Dad we weren't ordered to come up; naturally my sisters wanted to stay away anything requiring socializing.  Eventually we grew bored and returned to our cabin.  Dinner time.

    And wouldn't you know it, the boat started rocking again!  I had some sort of fried cheese, salad, and sugar-free lemon pie.  Yum.

   
Dad, my sisters and I went to watch the show "Fantasia" (one of the ship's nightly entertainment offers) afterwards.  However, when we went to theater it wasn't showing yet.  The guy operating the Bingo machine was hot though. >:) What was cool about him was that he could speak in five languages.  Envy.

    After Bingo (which was a no-go for our three Bingo cards) the show began.  At first, I wasn't at all impressed—the dancers weren't all that choreographed, and the singer, Serena, would've rated one of Simon Cowell's weirder analogies.  Then again, I had difficulty keeping my balance just walking when the waves were rough, so kudos to the dancers.

    Then Sasha Scott, the contortionist appeared onstage.  Wow.  No way could I ever bend my body backwards like that.  After her came Luis Viana, "El Gaucho".  Double wow.  By spinning and slamming a pair of strung balls (no green minds, folks), he set a countermelody to the music playing.  That was really something.  After him came Luigi, a cheesy but somehow hilarious clown that had 'issues' with the spotlight, and Julia the trapeze artist.  She was AMAZING.  I mean how can you do that when the ship is rocking?

    The show ended.  We went to bed.

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Palermo

    Dad called at around seven.  I answered, then promptly went back to sleep.  He called again two hours later, and Mikki answered just as I shook off the vestiges of my cool dream.  I got dressed after Mikki (a first in the morning, believe me), and ate a light breakfast with Tito Celso.

    We're a sad bunch without my brother, bumming around the cabin unless it's necessary to do otherwise.  It wasn't necessary to do otherwise until 11:30, lunch at the Boticelli Restaurant.  One of Dad's partners (Tito Vic, I think) ate with us.


Palermo, from the ship
    The ship disembarked at 1 o'clock at Palermo, but my family left the ship half an hour later.  There were sleezy-looking taxi drivers offering E200 to take the 5 of us around the city.  Good Lord that was obvious.  Nonetheless, we spent a good amount of time dillydallying in the port before deciding on the City Sightseeing Palermo tour, which was E15 per adult.  It wasn't a bad deal, in the end—after all, it was an all-day pass to a double-decker bus, with commentary on the city's landmarks in Italian, French, English, German, Spanish, Japanese, and two other languages.



Bus-y.
    In the beginning though, it felt like we got the wrong end of the deal.  We weren't pushy enough, so my family ended up in the covered, translucent windows of the lower part of the bus.  I did a bit of note taking before I got fed up with the lack of visibility.  Our luck changed however and we were able to go on top to see what my mother said reminded her of Mexico—only dirtier.

    There are ten stops in the tour bus route.  The Politeama, a neo-classical temple in the center of a popular square, is still used to stage musical concerts.  In Piazza Versi is the Teatro Massimo with the Museo Archeologico.  The third stop was near the Quattro Canti, which was an intersection surrounded by four fountain sculptures depicting Palermo's quarters' guardians on each of the four corners.  Then there was the Palazzo Steri, with clearly Arabic influences in its architecture.  The fifth stop, Orto Botanico, was surrounded by gorgeous gardens and churches with a distinctly Middle Eastern air.  The Stazione Centrale was old, and lovely. So were the Palzzo Reale and the Catedrale, which I confess I just passed by, and did not enter.  The last stop before returning back to the port was the Mercato della Vuccira; I don't quite know what it was.






The Sights (forgot to label.  sorry. :D )


The 4 corners (Quattro Canti)
    There was a malfunction with the audio set, so we got off at the Politeama.  On display there were Yann Arthur-Beltrand's photographs from above, otherwise known as his project Tierra Bajo Del Cielo.  They were amazing.  No words can aptly describe the majesty-tragedy-beauty of Earth that he managed to capture.  While Dad, Mikki and I hied off to a random hotel to use their w.c., Mom and Risa ogled.


Photographs of the Philippines

   

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Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Dinner

    I bucked up, went to the dinner.  It was an…interesting affair.  The waves were really rough, and not a few people ended up seasick (Mom, and that obnoxious kid who cried because he could no longer eat his steak…).  I got a little dizzy myself.  I ate 1/3 lobster bisque, the weird cutlets of Borlotta beans, and a sugar-free chocolate mousse.


Formal Dinners suck.
    Tito Ed came by while it was just the three of us sisters seated, and told us to tell Dad that the lawyers were canceling their excursion to Tripoli.

    Apparently, there would be trouble with US entry if we got a Tripoli visa stamped on our passports.  Or something to that effect.  Anyway, we went down to our room all whoozy, took baths.  I finished "The Wedding Date" before washing my underwear.  And then, I slept.

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Rome

    I woke up 3 am today.  Since I fell asleep with my pants on, I took a full bath.  Bad idea…I was freezing.  So naturally, I woke up Mikki to do the same.

    Four hours later, Dad calls.  As the only early riser in the room, I pick up the phone, mumble a yes, then promptly go back to sleep.  I woke up once more when Dad banged the door.  By this time, the boat was tee-toeing due to the waves.  Stumbling, I managed to locate the light and let him in.

    Somehow I ended up being the last of my sisters to get ready.  We had breakfast—the dulce de leche spread was delish.

    We boarded a mini-bus to Rome, to meet the rest of Dad's partners and for the Siguion Reyna pictorial.  Mom and us three walked around aimlessly for a bit, got on each other's nerves (Mom and me in particular), and generally had no idea what to do.


Bus pics


Coliseum
    Then it started to rain.

    We holed up in the Metro, wondering what hell we'd do until three.  Dad's pictorial ended early, so he came to see us, along with Tito Beatle.  With his help, we took the bus to the Fountain of Trevi.  It didn't stop right in the front though, so we had to walk a bit.  And guess who I saw walking up the street?



Owen! 0_o  My teammate in UP.
    Owen and her siblings were walking around Rome too.  I had a flashback to two years ago, when I saw Anna Lo in the Vatican.  (All roads lead to Rome, eh?)  This was much better, however.  It turned out that Dad knew Owen's father—Popoy Ricalde—who used to be in Dad's firm.  They were going to go on board Costa Romantica too!  What a happy, cool coincidence.

    Fontana dei Trevi.  As it turned out, only Risa had three Filipino coins.  We had to use a couple of Euros.



Trevi

    We walked north to the Spanish Steps.  Since it kept raining on-and-off, there were hardly any people milling around, and only two seated at the steps.



Spanish Steps

    We took pictures, then walked off once more, this time heading towards the Piazza dei Populo (People's Plaza?), on the way we stopped by a bar for lunch.  Bad idea.  The owner of the bar was fricking annoying.  The guy next to us, an Australian with Chinese features, explained it was because: a.) We looked Asian, b.) We were obviously tourists, and c.) There were children with my parents.  All, presumably, equating wealth.  Ha.

    Piazza dei Popolo was huge.  Unfortunately, the center sculpture—an obelisk, I think—was under construction/repairs, so we didn't get to see much.  We boarded the bus back to the Coliseum, where Risa and Mikki finally ate their gelato and the parents and I shared Magnum sticks.  We walked back to Mercure hotel for our bus ride, which took one and a half hours.


Piazza
    Back aboard the boat, we retired to our cabin.  My sisters and I caught "Wedding Date" on TV—it wasn't too bad.  I find Debra Messing really pretty, and Jack Davenport and Dermot Mulroney were hot.  I went to Mom's cabin for some advice on what to wear...

   

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Monday, April 10, 2006
Settling in at Costa

    After we dozed off in the cabin, we were rudely awakened by the overhead voices speaking in more than five languages.  So my sisters and I hied off to the casino with clunky bright orange lifejackets, where the muster station of our cabin was designated.  No countrymen were in sight, not even our parents.  If ever something happened on the ship, we'd be off on our own.

    Hmm.

    The lackluster emergency drill (come on, we've been through it twice before already!) ended, and we returned our lifejackets to our cabin before going up to the Tango Ballroom for the English-language orientation.  We ended up being the only Filipinos in the room again.  It was all good though—the barman was Filipino, and though bottled water was supposed to be charged, he gave it to us free.  Heh, heh, heh.



Some exploring

    Dinner was at 7, and they seated my sisters and me away from our parents.  We rectified the situation, and ended up sitting together at table 75.  Kuya's absence, for me, was even more keenly felt—there were five empty seat instead of four. :( the steak and the fat-free dessert cheered me up though.

    Once again, my sisters and I retired to our room.  Mikki and I were supposed to go to the teen cocktail, but sometime after ten we ended up nodding off…

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Cabin 5114.

    Oops.  I appear to be fighting an uphill battle regarding journaling the stream of events. Hmm.  Attempt to catch up starting now.

    So we arrived at the Costa Romantica at 4 o'clock.  Aboard, we were given our room keys and cards.  Our room, the one Mikki, Risa and I share is roomier than the one we had aboard Costa Victoria—made exactly for three.  Our steward, Glen, is Filipino as well.  He gave us instruction in Tagalog. :D

    Ah.  I love it when a large number of the crew is Filipino.  But more on that later.

    Once we acclimated to our rooms, we ate 'lunch' on deck 10, buffet.  Contrary to Mom's belief, I did restrain myself.  I bummed around afterwards, exploring with my sisters.  Then we went our room and dozed off.


The ship at port

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