Just a quick note to all of the potential stalkers out there. Does a girl knitting on a bench really look like that easy of a target to you? Do you really think I won’t know how to use my size three metal needles when the time comes? Seriously, figure something better to do with your lives.
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So for some reason I’m extremely delicious to Mediterranean insects. This picture can barely begin to describe the amount of bites I have received. It looks like I have chicken pocks or strange disease. And I’ve had bad bug bites before, I’ve gone camping for weeks at a time in Idaho and Washington, but for some reason these bugs love me more. Why don’t Italians use window screens…….
I wore these Birkenstocks on my hectic travel day, and they gave me a horrible blister. I’m really upset, I had hopes for these shoes. The blister juices actually permanently stained the shoes, hate to say it but I think they deserved it.
Wow. So I will never win The Amazing Race. And times like these are what make me wonder why I thought traveling would be a relaxing break from reality. I spontaneously decided Thursday night that I would go to Teramo for the weekend. I had originally planned on going to Rome, but decided the heat wave cause by the African winds (I always forget that Italy is actually so close to Africa, they’re so separate in my subconscious) would probably make that a hard first independent travel experience. So instead I decided to do something closer to Pescara. As it was the night before I wanted to go, I had limited options. I was trying to find a cheap hotel or room for rent, but most cheap ones were booked. I wanted to go to a small castle town that there are so many of around here, but there either was no accommodations in the ones I wanted to go to, or I wouldn’t be able to get to the hotel by public transport. So I ended up choosing Teramo. While not quite as picturesque as some of the hill top towns, Teramo has some beautiful churches and is smaller than Pescara, which is something I felt I needed at this point. So I booked a room at a bed and breakfast for two nights.
I was hoping to catch the direct bus from Pescara to Teramo at 2:45 as when I was planning to go to Rome Madda said I could have the afternoon off. But I guess Teramo isn’t as important so when I brought the kids home for lunch I found out she wasn’t coming home until 5:00. Oh well I thought, there were other routes later in the day. So I tried to catch the 5:50 bus that went through giulul—-nova something or other, then to Teramo. Or so I thought. I was actually supposed to take two different buses, so I ended up missing the 5:50 one as it didn’t say Teramo. This was such a frustrating experience. The bus station in Pescara had no shade so it was literally boiling out, my back pack was heavy, nobody speaks English here, buses kept coming and going in no order (the Pescara station is very unorganized, you literally have to run around and check the front of every bus to see which one you need, there are no set “stations”). Finally at 7:10 the bus came again and found it, got on, and the sense of relief was amazing. I had to transfer once which ended up being unpleasant, as I went from a charter bus to a local bus where I had to sit next to a disgusting man yelling in Italian on a phone for an hour. Curious point- I bought a ticket in Pescara, but neither bus driver checked it or asked for money. Anyways, by the time I got to Teramo it was dark out. Thank modern civilization and my host family that my Italian phone has unlimited data so I could use GPS to figure out where I was and the best route to the B&B. And that Teramo is not very big. I got there in about 15 minutes. It was a confusing spot to check in to, as apparently there’s no front desk, somebody just meets you there when you need to check in. So I was waiting outside when an old lady come up to the door (holding a pizza box, of course) and lets me in asking if I was trying to find the bed and breakfast. Apparently this was the wrong thing to do because I got lost inside the building while the guy was waiting for me outside. Oh well I finally got in and checked in and threw my stuff down and decided to go to bed early so I could go out early in the morning.
Quick bed and breakfast review (It’s just called B&B Teramo if you’re curious): Very modern and clean, I got turn down service today which I wasn’t expecting, and everything feels very sanitary. There’s no air conditioning or wifi, both of which are a pretty big inconvenience. Also no first aid kit as I tried to find a bandaid for my blister. The coffee machine is cool, it makes espresso out of these little capsule things. The “breakfast” was pitiful, I recommend just going to a café around the corner and getting some cheap good pastries. I did managed to pick one out that was squishy like a croissant and was good with peach jam on it (have I mentioned they like peaches here?). There was also good blood orange juice though that I liked. Overall I feel like it’s more like a more private hostel, doesn’t really quite hold up to watch a B&B should be.
So that’s about it for travel and accommodations.
So many strange emotions were filling me during that traveling day. I’m trying very hard to think of it as yesterday, though I haven’t actually slept since then. So, yesterday, I was set on my way by my emotional mother and control freak father in the most loving way. I’m glad they were there to drop me off on my first real solo trip. It was weird though I almost instantaneously started feeling lonely once I got through security, a feeling I didn’t think I’d get until months into the journey. I think it was just the realization of the fact that I’m not going to see anybody I know for three months. Utterly alone and relying on strangers. And the fact that in airports it’s all couples and groups of sorority girls traveling together, especially this time of year heading towards Europe. I came to the conclusion that if for no other reason a travel buddy would be amazing to have when you want to leave your very heaving bag somewhere and venture off to get food in the airport or something like that. It’s amazingly annoying to be tied all of your crap. It’s similar to how having a friend to study with at the library/starbucks can be amazing because it allows you to go the bathroom.
Anyways, after I got over that initial strange loneliness I got into the groove of traveling. I actually got to check my large carry on at the gate. This was really nice as I didn’t need anything in it on the flights; the negative side to this decision was that my laptop got pretty crunched. But it’s still functioning so that’s all that matters. The flight to Philadelphia was great; I managed to sleep for at least half of it and randomly ended up sitting next to a friend from freshman year. I also enjoyed seeing 3 mile island on the way to landing solely because I just watched the Wolverine Origins movie. The Philadelphia airport wasn’t that impressive compared to Seatac but I didn’t have the much time judge as my whole layover was spent speed walking from one end of it to the other. BTW: I hate people who block the whole express walk way thing. It’s supposed to make you walk faster not aid in your laziness!
Here’s my inevitable plane trip rant though. My seat was in the middle section of this large plane, and it was in a row of three behind a row of four. This means I wasn’t lined up with the little TV or the pull down tray, super annoying! And I shared the row of three with a couple on some romantic trip getting way too snuggly next to me. My biggest complaint though is about the two blonde IDIOTS who sat across the aisle from me. AHHHHHHHHHHH. AH. Okay I promise my blog will get WAY more interesting after this, but I have to rant somewhere as I’m currently cut off from just texting Hannah about it. These girls’ rudeness is impossible to describe. I’m not sure if they were actually stupid or severely socially unaware. First of all, they were having a long discussion about what time it would be when we got to Italy, one was adamant it’d be 2 am, the other was just confused, so I kindly let them know it’d be 9am, I was just sick of hearing them talk about this. They were pretty offended I chimed in on their conversation, so I decided not to say anything while they were blatantly texting while the plane was taking off. Seriously, it’s not that hard to not text FOR FIVE MINUTES. I know it probably won’t do anything, but why risk it? But I got to know why, I got to hear ALL ABOUT how her boyfriend cheated on her and every possible interpretation of their text conversation. This mostly happened while it was “break time” or whatever you want to call it when the plane is officially in night time mode and you’re supposed to respectful to other people trying to sleep in order to avoid the horrible jet lag. Nope. Apparently this is when you have a full volume conversation about your sex life and emotional damage. Probably louder than full volume. I attempted using the ear plugs my father gave me that he uses in the large industrial plant he works in, but it really did not do much to stop their cutting voices. I settled for not getting to sleep, but at least drown out their voices with a loud movie. Okay. Rant over.
Here are my brief movie reviews:
I watched Chronicle because it was set in Seattle. Um. WTF. Why does that movie exist.
This Means Wars was surprisingly good! I was expecting the cliché romcom that entertained but really didn’t add much to the genre. This movie was definitely worth watching though, I loved the Chelsea Handler touch to it.
I only got half way through 21 Jumpstreet but the half I did watch I was laughing (out loud) quite often, even though that’s awkward to do when you’re watching something with headphones. I’m definitely going to try and watch that last half at some point.
This is an extremely long blog post so I’m going to end it here. Here is a picture of some knitting I got done on the plane.