This morning Tatiana and I left the hostel early and made it
to the (right) station on time, making sure to check the ticket about 50 times
just in case. Then we had cappuccinos
and croissants before boarding the (right) train to Rome… unfortunately the
train decided to run late.
When we finally arrived in Rome we realized that Tatiana
only had about 4 hours left until she had to leave to go back home to Geneva,
meaning that the ride was a complete waste.
(ごめね～ (Japanese
for sorry) Ta-chan). So we spent our
last hour together eating spaghetti, because food is delicious.
Then we parted ways, which was a terrible idea! Because Tatiana was always the navigator and
if anyone knows me well, they would know that I have the worst sense of
direction and always walk in the exact opposite direction of where I am
supposed to go.
So I headed towards my accommodation, which was in a place
called Prenestina, but after getting off the tram and walking for a few hours
with an even more broken suitcase (the rubber have completely burned off the
wheels) I realized that Prenestina was the name of the tram line and not the
actual station, which I still didn’t know.
Basically it’s like saying you’re accommodation is in Oxford street (for
non - Aussies, it’s a ridiculously long street in Sydney, which goes on
forever).
After a while I started to use Google maps on my Australian
phone out of desperation, (I hope I didn’t kill my phone bill), but that didn’t
help since it said that the place was in the middle of the side walk.
By that time I was ready to die, or fall asleep on the side
walk, but then some guys started talking to me.
One of them was a nice guy called Arsen who helped me find the place,
only to realize that it was closed. Damn
it!
I tried calling AIM Overseas (the company in charge of my
exchange), but they didn’t answer because it was 12am in Australian, then I
called International SOS to see if they knew anything, but they weren’t able to
do too much. So Arsen took me to a café
and helped me check into a hotel.
He was seriously a nice guy and he even told me his life
story. Apparently he had a hard life
where he had to work very hard, so he was happy to help me, since I was in
trouble. While I was very gracious for
his help, I was kind of scared as well.
I couldn’t help it. I
mean, practically every girl in the history of anywhere are told by their
parents not to talk to strangers, especially guys. What’s that?
I’m 20 years old? I’m a grown
adult… Hahahahaha!!! Yeah, sure whatever you say. Just because my passport says I’m an adult,
doesn’t mean I mature. (Peter Pan
syndrome).
Also since I’m pretty polite (probably picked it up in
Japan) I didn’t have the courage to tell him to go away, so I let him help me,
which was cool I guess… Either I’m
extremely lucky or stupid… maybe both.
I think I was freaked out because I’m a control freak. I prefer to be lost and know it’s my fault as
well as know that I can fix it. When
someone helps me I lose that control. (Yeah…
I like to analyse myself, so I know how to improve my faults and stuff.)
After a few hours I went back to the accommodation office to
figure out the best possible route to carry my broken bag tomorrow only to
realize that I was open again.
Apparently Arsen went back to check and told them that I would come back
tomorrow. (No please, stop being so
nice. I’m not used to strangers being
nice to me for no reason. It’s weird.)
I guess the good thing about renting a 50 Euro room (out of
desperation), is that its looks ridiculously fancy, especially after I just
spent last night sharing a room with 16 other people (not that I actually
minded). A double bed, for me? Kitchen (that I won’t use), for me? Ensuite…
Ahhhhh! Too posh!
The funny thing is that despite all this weird shit
happening, I fell pretty ok. Who know,
maybe I’m used to all these shenanigans now.
Also it’s crazy how much stuff we did this week. 4 countries, 7 cities and 4 languages,
awesome!
The bad news is that I’m having some weird kind of culture/
language shock. I swear English is my 1st
language! (Even though I have to get the
French girl to check my spelling and grammar).
Oh man, now it’s going to be weird talking to all the Australians,
because I doubt that they’ll be able to understand me when I randomly switch to
Japanese, while inserting random French words into the sentence. Shoot, Ta-chan I miss you already.
Anyway enough of my stupid rambling, I need to go to bed so
that I have enough energy to carry this ridiculously heavy bag. Here’s a video of my (posh) room.
P.S. Random Italian
guys kept hitting on me and Tatiana (even though we we’re really gross and
smelly from travelling everywhere), one guy thought we were German and tried to
talk to us, but because I’m as dense as a brick, I only found out that they
were hitting on us after Tatiana told me.
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