Day 29
Day 29
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Monterosso/Rome, Italy
I woke up somewhat reluctantly, on the account of my hangover and headed down for our last Bar Davi breakfast. We met a woman from North Carolina at breakfast who kind of looked like Angelina Joli. She was traveling Europe on her own and seemed a bit lonely even though she appeared to make friends fast, as she was meeting some other girls there whom she had met the day before. We got our bags and headed for the trainstation. We sat awhile in the sun waiting for the next train before finally bidding farewell to Monterosso. We switched trains in La Spezia where we met several American girls who were studying in Florence and had take a short trip down to Pisa for the weekend. Jake went into the train station to get McDonalds and came back to inform us that Kent, Ian, and Josh were going to be on the same train and were waiting just down the platform. They had spent the week off in Nice and Riomaggio. We finally got on our train and continued to Rome, Kent and Ian kept getting kicked out of seats because they hadn’t made reservations and spent most of the trip in the aisle.
In Rome we wandered out into the train station not knowing how to get to our hotel, but luckily a free hotel information guy told us to get on Bus 64. The bus was full of people and we didn’t manage to get off until several stops too late but we managed to find our way there with our bad maps. At the hotel there was again some shuffling of rooms but we finally settled down and tried to prepare our minds for “school” again. We were left instructions to meet Mark and his wife Verna by the fountain in Piazza Navona. We ate dinner nearby, and I got my first impression of Verna who seemed displeased with everything, especially with the street performers playing music and begging next to our table. After dinner, several of us went to an Irish bar that advertised a free shot for students. There was pretty much no one there and so we decided to head back. In Piazza Navona there was a professional street performer who had amassed a huge crowd. He put on a good show, even when a drunk guy and his huge german shepard tried to attack him. The show finished and we watched him take off across the square in the direction that the guy had headed off in, he continued sprinting all over the square trying to find the guy and was definitely ready to fight. Eventually, he gave up and we went back to the hotel.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Monterosso/Rome, Italy
I woke up somewhat reluctantly, on the account of my hangover and headed down for our last Bar Davi breakfast. We met a woman from North Carolina at breakfast who kind of looked like Angelina Joli. She was traveling Europe on her own and seemed a bit lonely even though she appeared to make friends fast, as she was meeting some other girls there whom she had met the day before. We got our bags and headed for the trainstation. We sat awhile in the sun waiting for the next train before finally bidding farewell to Monterosso. We switched trains in La Spezia where we met several American girls who were studying in Florence and had take a short trip down to Pisa for the weekend. Jake went into the train station to get McDonalds and came back to inform us that Kent, Ian, and Josh were going to be on the same train and were waiting just down the platform. They had spent the week off in Nice and Riomaggio. We finally got on our train and continued to Rome, Kent and Ian kept getting kicked out of seats because they hadn’t made reservations and spent most of the trip in the aisle.
In Rome we wandered out into the train station not knowing how to get to our hotel, but luckily a free hotel information guy told us to get on Bus 64. The bus was full of people and we didn’t manage to get off until several stops too late but we managed to find our way there with our bad maps. At the hotel there was again some shuffling of rooms but we finally settled down and tried to prepare our minds for “school” again. We were left instructions to meet Mark and his wife Verna by the fountain in Piazza Navona. We ate dinner nearby, and I got my first impression of Verna who seemed displeased with everything, especially with the street performers playing music and begging next to our table. After dinner, several of us went to an Irish bar that advertised a free shot for students. There was pretty much no one there and so we decided to head back. In Piazza Navona there was a professional street performer who had amassed a huge crowd. He put on a good show, even when a drunk guy and his huge german shepard tried to attack him. The show finished and we watched him take off across the square in the direction that the guy had headed off in, he continued sprinting all over the square trying to find the guy and was definitely ready to fight. Eventually, he gave up and we went back to the hotel.
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