That was day 1, this is day 2, and today our priorities were just as straight as yesterday. breakfast was gelato. we were supposed to start working today but decided i need my luggage first (which didn't come yesterday, hasn't come yet today, and better be here by tomorrow) and we need a place to live when we have to leave the hostel tomorrow morning. Fortunately we had a couple options which we checked out, and tomorrow we will be moving into a small room in a nice apartment about 15-20 minutes walk from the colosseo, with 3 italians but only for the next week. We are starting to set up appts to look at several apartments in the next few days and are hoping to find something perhaps by the end of this week that will work for the 3 of us all summer. our first apartment viewing is tonight, and i think pasta is in order and perhaps an emergency visit to H&M (i have a good excuse this time) (not that i need one) before we embark on pub crawl #2, wish us luck! (for which, i'm not sure:)
wanderlust: a very strong and irresistible impulse or desire to travel the world.
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Simply put, I am an insatiable traveler. I am also a linguist and a photographer, and I photo-journalize my travel adventures and major life-happenings. This blog is as much for me as it is for my readers, as I love to reflect on the places I've been, the people I've met, and the incredible things I've learned over the years. I am blessed to be able to travel the world, and I strive to inspire and encourage others to do the same!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
from a 4th story hostel window..
What do you get when you mix 6am flights that last 24hrs, afternoon roman thunderstorms, 2 homeless girls, and pub crawls? Well, where to begin. First you get your luggage left behind in denver because the clueless united airline woman in reno was obviously not doing her job, which leads to wine before noon over pizza and much conversation, interrupted by phone calls from italians trying to rent us rooms in english (thank god i had my italian phone in my purse, not my luggage). Then in attempt to not look like i just got off a plane on which i hardly slept, i borrowed shoes and a shirt from megan to walk to the colosseo where we were enthusiastically greeted by our new co-workers of the pub crawl, where we promptly got stuck in a rainstorm and huddled under the arches of the colosseo with a couple gladiators and several penguin jokes. After quickly becoming part of the team we tried to brave the rain, ended up giving in, bargaining and buying a 2 euro umbrella, made it back to the hostel where we crashed until we had to wake up and go back to the colosseo for our first pub crawl, and my second t-shirt in the last 8 months that says "i came, i saw, i crawled," which i happily wore because it was a clean shirt, and all i had were my flying clothes. After flip cup, beer pong, new friends and a few strange shots, we had to drag our somehow wide-awake selves back to the hostel at 3am, where we got about 6 hrs of sleep, more than the previous 2 nights combined.
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i'm getting close to selling my car, selling all of my wordly goods and come crash on your apt floor! Oh I am so so so so so so so so envious.... xxoxoxox
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Quite entertaining. Not going to say I'm not jealous, but as we just started a new softball season I will say I wish you were here. The first game they forfeited. We won the second game Red Sox style: in the last inning. Oh ya, it was a double header. I'm wicked sore today which is kinda sad on my part. Anyway hope you're luggage arrived by now. Say hi to Nate and Megan for me.
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