Or so they say. I heard that basically through the grapevine…it’s not like anyone has come out and scientifically proven it. But I’m about as gullible as they come, so I’ll believe it.
Yesterday was my virgin voyage to EUROMA 2. Why 2? I have no idea. No one seems to know. I suppose it’s the long-awaited sequel to EUROMA 1 which probably got stuck in a ton of bureaucratic red tape and never got built.
So, here’s my first clue that the place is on the large side:
Parking. 1800 spots. Keep right.
Then, just seconds later, an entire lane for parking traffic:
1,730 additional spots. That there’s a lot of parking.
So, armed with two of my best girlfriends, I venture in to the mammoth structure.
Let me just confess right off the bat that I am quite the oddball here in that I don’t like shopping. That’s right. Don’t like it. Never have. I think it goes back to some episode of me hiding in clothes racks while desperately waiting for my mom to choose towels and sheets in Sears. Or something. Anyways. Wasn’t too excited about the whole “shopping” part, but had to get my eyes on the BIGGEST SHOPPING MALL IN EUROPE! (Read: [cue monster truck voice] Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!)
Well, it be big. That’s for sure. Lots of stores. But in the end, it was a bit anti-climactic. I felt like a big, ugly American when I proclaimed to my friends, “Yep. It’s just like an American mall.” I don’t know if that was supposed to be a compliment or an insult. Mainly it was just an observation. Nothing too exciting. The only difference was that there was no Gap and no Orange Julius. But there was a cool store called Oysho in which, I am proud to announce…
DRUM ROLL PLEASE….
I managed to find a pair of really cute SIZE 41 shoes for the low, low price of just €9,95.
Yes, pigs are now gracefully flying through the air.
In addition to finding myself actually enjoying shopping (cute sleep shirt for €4, incredible pair of jeans for €50), I had my first venture to a sushi bar. The fun never ends. I love any restaurant concept that uses a conveyor belt to bring food to its patrons. That, my friends, is sheer genius!
Alas, due to my lack of desire for the raw fish variety of food, however, I took the easy way out and got myself a lovely tempura plate… I love me some fried veggies and Japanese beer, yes indeedy!
My more adventurous friends Veronica and Roberta ordered all number of things even remotely related to what is known in these parts as temaki. Such as californiamaki.
The only thumbs down is my disappointment in reporting that the universal “no toilet paper in the women’s restroom” dilemma is alive and kicking at EUROMA 2. Yes, I was compelled to provide photographic evidence:
My only defense in taking a photo of an empty toilet paper dispenser inside a bathroom stall is that perhaps I had one sake too many.
So, what can I say? All’s well that ends well. Just do not, I repeat, DO NOT, choose the wrong exit. You may end up wandering for days in search of food and water. In our quest to find the car, we passed the following:
Mysterious sinister-looking edifices.
After 20 minutes of walking: yes, we are still in the vicinity of the mall.
The Ministry of Health? What in God’s name….??
Eventually we found the car, after about 30 minutes of traversing the property like three lost sheep. Luckily there is a hotel on the premises. I think the majority of people lodging there are still holding out hope of eventually finding their cars.
Shopping experience completed. I can now sleep at night.
EUROMA 2, Via Cristoforo Colombo angolo V.le dell’Oceano Pacifico