italia

all i want to do here is sit on the street and listen to people speak italian all day long

in fact, if they want to whisper it into my ear personally, that's fine too. if they overcharge me for pizza, that's also fine, as long as they do it in italian

we had a disastrous trip to rome

went to the wrong bus stop to catch our midnight bus, worried that the next one wouldnt get us to barcelona on time for our flight. hauled ass to the other bus station, made it in time for the 1 oclock. tried to sleep for seven hours on the most uncomfortable seats. my stomach had stopped hurting earlier that day so there was no discomfort or anything. then we made it to barcelona where emilie tried to take out cash from her card and realized they had changed her pin number. the only money she has is on that card. and i have nothing left either. so...broke...we are broke.

we went to cool down in the hour before the busride to the airport, and ate some breakfast. two sleepless nights make two sleepless grrls kind of crazy and kind of dead. some south african guys tried to talk to us but we couldnt quite reciprocate the enthusiasm so they thought we were pushovers.

thirty minutes to catch the bus we check the internet to find out about our couchsurfer and lo and behold he invited another person to stay since he hadnt heard from us again even though we said we were definitely coming. thinks it can probably work out tho...ten minutes to catch the bus we try to work em's card once more and CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM credit cards taste good for atm machines. no more card for emilie and no help from the information desk woman who says that someone comes once a month to collect the eaten cards. THANK YOU CUSTOMER SERVICE. miss the bus by a minute. get the next one in fifteen minutes after calming a panicked emilie. get to the airport, throw away my spray paint...remove the harmful things from my carryon as somehow i always end up beeping for inappropriate luggage items. em calls her mom to work money out. HAPPY THANKSGIVING HAPPY THANKSGIVING WE ARE BROKE IN ITALY. but at least we are in italy

the place descends over a paradise. bathed in sunlight, mountains, swiss alps, beautiful green farm land. the farmland looks like giant landscape flowers. cant describe it other than that. the most beautiful place. i am FROM italy. this is where my ancestors are from and now i get to play here.

get into the city center with no energy and feeling a little sick. the subway is covered with awesome grafiti. the entirety of every train is COVERED on this one particular subway line. two actually. beautiful. get off at piazza bologna, our couchsurfer isnt picking up the phone, so we go eat AMAZING PIZZA where beautiful italians serve it to us with big smiles and then GELATTO. not going to describe it...too good.

walked around being homeless in rome with only 25 euro in our pockets. thank god for the internet cafe and the 12 euro hostel. almost broke now, but we werent homeless. collapsed asleep in my top bunk. text messages in the night and a crying grandma who misses me.

all i want to do is sleep in a bed



im going to miss emilie when i go. 11 more days if you count today and not the day that i leave. but...i am really excited to have my own bed. i dont think i even know where im going to live, but i am going to have my own SPACE. MY OWN SPACE. after three months of no saruh space, i think i will arrive, and not leave for three days

mmmmmmmmm italian