El pasado fin de semana nos escapamos con unos amigos a Bologna.
Ahhhhhh… Bologna, la dotta, la grassa, la rossa (la docta, la gorda, la roja). Así se define muchas veces a la capital de Emilia Romagna. Docta por su universidad, la más antigua de Europa, gorda por sus bondades gastronómicas (muchas y todas excelentes) y la roja por el color de muchas de sus casas, palacios y tejados.
Pero Bologna es mucho más que eso. Es una de esas ciudades a escala de hombre que puedes recorrer a pie, sin prisas, porque el auténtico viajero no quiere saber de prisas porque nunca son buenas consejeras. Es una ciudad viva culturalmente, vibrante de vida y de gente que recorre sus calles y sus 40 Km de pórticos con la misma ligereza con la que la sangre por nuestras las venas, músicos callejeros, exposiciones, ferias comerciales y estudiantes, miles de estudiantes que abarrotan calles, plazas, bares y restaurantes.
Bologna se escapa (por suerte) de los circuitos convencionales de los viajes por el Norte de Italia y sigue con su vida alejada de la locura del turismo de masas.
Bologna es perfecta en su perpetua imperfección, con sus calles estrechas no siempre impecables, sus rincones secretos, sus dos torres torcidas…
Y lo mejor de esta escapada? Pues din dudarlo... la compañía. Nada mejor que las risas compartidas con amigos paseando por una ciudad preciosa, frente a un plato de pasta maravilloso o bebiendo un spritz o un café.
Y lo mejor de esta escapada? Pues din dudarlo... la compañía. Nada mejor que las risas compartidas con amigos paseando por una ciudad preciosa, frente a un plato de pasta maravilloso o bebiendo un spritz o un café.
Bologna enamora a quien sabe mirarla y admirarla. ¿Queréis admirarla un ratito conmigo? Demos un paseo a través de algunas de mis fotos. La mayoría son de mi perfil de Instagram o realizadas con el móvil porque esta vez no quise ir cargada con todo el equipo fotográfico.
Last weekend we had a getaway to Bologna.
Ahhhhh, Bologna !!! "Bologna, la dotta, la grassa, la rossa" ( Bologna the learned, the fat, the red). This is how Bologna is usually defined. Learned because of its University, the oldest one in Europe, fat because of its wonderful cuisine and red because of the color of most of its buildings and roofs.
But Bologna is much more than this. It is a city made on an human scale that can be walked calmy ,because a real traveler doesn't like rush. It is a vital and vibrant town full of people that walk its streets and its 40Km of porticos like blood runs through our veins. Streets full of buskers, fairs and students… thousands of students that crowd squares, bars and restaurants.
Bologna is, fortunately, not on the typical Italian touristic tours and so it goes on quietly with its perpetual perfect imperfections: its narrow streets, its tall leaning towers, its secret corners…
What was the best part of this getaway? The company … of course! Nothing better than sharing a glass of spritz and laughter with friends in a nice city.
One falls in love with Bologna if he knows how to look at it. Do you want to walk with me the streets of Bologna so that you too can fall in love with it? These are some photos I shot during the last weekend… The quality is not excellent since they were made with my I-phone.. I decided to leave my camera at home this time.
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Last weekend we had a getaway to Bologna.
Ahhhhh, Bologna !!! "Bologna, la dotta, la grassa, la rossa" ( Bologna the learned, the fat, the red). This is how Bologna is usually defined. Learned because of its University, the oldest one in Europe, fat because of its wonderful cuisine and red because of the color of most of its buildings and roofs.
But Bologna is much more than this. It is a city made on an human scale that can be walked calmy ,because a real traveler doesn't like rush. It is a vital and vibrant town full of people that walk its streets and its 40Km of porticos like blood runs through our veins. Streets full of buskers, fairs and students… thousands of students that crowd squares, bars and restaurants.
Bologna is, fortunately, not on the typical Italian touristic tours and so it goes on quietly with its perpetual perfect imperfections: its narrow streets, its tall leaning towers, its secret corners…
What was the best part of this getaway? The company … of course! Nothing better than sharing a glass of spritz and laughter with friends in a nice city.
One falls in love with Bologna if he knows how to look at it. Do you want to walk with me the streets of Bologna so that you too can fall in love with it? These are some photos I shot during the last weekend… The quality is not excellent since they were made with my I-phone.. I decided to leave my camera at home this time.
(Photos by Y tan flamenca! Please don't use them without permission)
Vaig visitar Bologna, ja fa anys i m'en vaig enemorar. Com be dius està lluny dels circuits turistics per lo que te l'encant de lo autèntic , i es un autencic plaer perdre's per els seus carrers . Les fotos com sempre una passada , encara que les haigis fet amb el movil.
ResponderEliminarQué maravillosa escapada, Teresa. Soy una enamorada de Italia, y tengo la suerte de conocer varias de sus ciudades, pero no Bologna... qué preciosidad.
ResponderEliminarGracias por dejarnos viajar contigo a este encantador rincón.
Un beso fuerte, preciosa.