It’s a funny thing. In just twelve hours, my Father, my brother and I are set to embark on the greatest holiday we have known since Hawaii- a trip to Europe. For me, this will be the second time to Europe, and the first on the Continent. The last time we went to Europe was eight or nine years ago, and that was to visit my aunt in Shrewsbury. Or Shawlsbury or Shulsbury. Whatever. These English names are confusing. But the main thing is, I am quite excited for this. After a year of waiting, we are finally going. Where else? Italy.
And of course, there is no greater city to visit than Rome. The ancient superpower, the pinnacle of the Roman Empire- Rome is still an extremely thriving society. Their ancient structures and architecture of old is combined with the best cuisine on the planet- and an incredulously expensive shopping experience- to give foreigners a truly unique experience. Hmm. I wonder if young Reese has ever been to Italy. She probably has, though. I’ve seen her holiday photographs of her in the great cities of London and New York, looking so charming in winter jackets or browsing shops in Times Square when she was of such a lovely tender age. I figure Rome would be an ideal city for a girl like her. Not only Rome, where luxury items are the norm, but let us not leave out the ancient centre of the Renaissance, which is Florence.
Ah. Florence. The leather capital of the world. There they have these enormous shopping malls, truly gargantuan in their size and scale- or so I’ve heard. Their branded goods are the real thing- real leather and the like. According to my Father, the last time my parents went to Florence, they left the hotel in the morning and returned in the evening with about three thousand dollars worth of goods in my Mother’s hands. Hmm. If only we all had that kind of purchasing capability. When I was instructed to perform research pertaining to this little adventure of ours, I immediately looked up shopping locations. The amount of retailers shocked me. Not only did the amount scare me, but the names I read did too. I only recognised a few, but I knew that they were incredibly upmarket and therefore, expensive. These included Salvatore Ferragamo, Ducati, Parker, Mont Blanc, Bvlgari and many others. I have seen these brands on occasion in our own Lion City. Only a prominent leather lover like my Mother would seek these out.
As for me, I only have two things on my mind. The first is a Roman Chess Set. By this I mean two things. I’ve seen these Chess sets with ancient Roman figures as the Chessmen- or it can simply be another European design- but made in Rome. That alone carries enough weight to earn my attention. The Italians are not that superb in Chess, though. The only real strong Italian Chess player I know is Ameritalian Grandmaster Fabiano Caruana, who is currently ranked sixth in the world with an ELO of 2786. World Number One Magnus Carlsen stands at 2864. The Russians, Armenians, and Azerbaijanis are the world’s strongest players.
But I digress, as Risa would probably say herself. The other thing I am planning to keep an eye out for are watches. And not just any kind of watches. I am talking about those with silver faces and internal components which twinkle in the Sun and shine in the day. Think Rolex. Think Omega. Think Cartier. Hmm. Italy has all these, and I am curious to have a look. Don’t get me wrong, my thirteen-dollar pocket watch probably looks classier than any platinum luxury wristwatch. And for something which price is just slightly less expensive than a pot of TWG tea, it is worth it. Yet I would like a timepiece to decorate my wrist which isn’t made of yellow plastic stained with blue cotton.
Seriously. It looks mouldy.