In the Fall of 2006, I was fortunate to spend the semester studying in Arezzo, Italy. There, I attended a theatre conservatory called the Accademia dell'Arte where I studied the Renaissance theatre genre, Commedia dell'Arte. But getting over there was the toughest thing ever! Beginning my journey in St. Louis, I had to take a greyhound to get up to Chicago to save some money on a flight and from there I was SUPPOSE to fly from Chicago to Boston to Rome. Nice and Easy right? Instead, because of some bad weather going from Chicago to Boston, I missed my connection flight and was forced to wait around in Boston for several hours. There, I called home and my conversation went something like this:
"Hey Mom.."
"Hey, are you in Boston?"
"Yeah, and I missed my flight to Rome."
"WHAT!?"
"Yeah..."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm figuring that out...I call you back later."
I failed to call. I ended up flying to Frankfurt, Germany where I got drunk and passed out for a few hours. Before getting drunk in Germany though...I got drunk on the airplane to Germany. That was great. I sat in coach next to this old Italian lady. We sat there for 7 hours drinking wine and whiskey and she taught me a bunch of Italian rejection lines that I saved for future use, such as: "mi dispiache, ho gio preso un altro impegnio" (I'm sorry, I have another date). Cause I'll be honest, I love me some Italian women, but they're not all as hot as I had originally hoped. I found that many of them were slightly fat or mousy. Gross. Many were indeed incredibly hot though.
From Frankfurt I finally reached Rome. By that time I totally smelled cause I had been wearing the same shirt, jeans, and underwear for 72 hours. But of course, the airlines had lost my bags. Which sucked. A Lot. And when I say lost, I mean really lost. For three and a half weeks. I eventually had to go to this sketchy warehouse outside Rome and search for my bags there. Luckily I found them, and was very relieved not to have to borrow underwear any more. Thus was my terrible start. Amen.
1 comment:
Thanks for the comments on my travel pics. In particular I suppose you commented on the picture of the chapel/bakery. I am actually originally from Mexico but I now live here in the US.
We are very religous and in fact we have the tendancy to make anything and anywhere a "chapel" if you will. In other words, you walk into someones house, most likely they will have some type of picture of the Virgin Mary and a candle somewhere in their house/shop/car/bathroom! I am personally not Catholic but so much of Mexico is Catholic, it has kind of emerged into the culture.
Anyhow I liked reading through your blogg as well. It looks like you have done some traveling yourself as well! I liked this picture with the person sitting on the ledge with the sun. Way to capture the light!
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