Sometimes I find trips to my hometown mentally exhausting: the schedule is random, family members start asking the “when are you coming home for good” questions (answer: I already am home. I don’t live here anymore), trying to squeeze in visits with every family member and close friend, and accepting all the changes that have happened since the last visit. This was one of those times and I felt pretty overwhelmed by the end of the day and felt it was the perfect opportunity to practice some yoga.
9:00 AM, Italy Time
My nutella trick didn’t work. WTH. I still can’t believe that. I need to work on my booby trap skills.
So after getting back I fell “asleep.” I woke up at 6 in Naples, then at 7 we got to Termini station in Rome. I ate a muffin and proceeded to run to the Leonardo Express. It was way easier than arriving. At least my Italian can get me directions now.
Unknown time, probably around 11pm, Italy Time
On a boat/ship of hell
So begins my 37 hour journey home. I’m on a sleeper train with a sick Columbian grandma who won’t stop yelling in Spanish about how sick she is, her daughter, a gross women who is judging me for absolutely no reason, and a women I suspect is a prostitute.
June 26, 2011, 12:05 AM Italy time
A sad and lonely room in an apartment in Taormina, Italy
Seriously earlier today on the train I was thinking about writing about how it is kind of nice to not have a phone always ringing. I had this huge inspirational blog planned about how I don’t understand why I always answer my phone or read texts when I am with other people or doing something else. I was going to say how it is sort of a relief not jumping every time there is a buzz to see if maybe he texted me, or him, or maybe someone with plans for later, always being worried about later instead of being worried about now. I was going to write about how I love that languages are different but you can always communicate through being nice, and how everyone appreciates kindness no matter what, and how it would be great to just help people and never really needing to hear their story, and never having to tell yours, just letting the common link between you and everyone else be the basic human desire to give love.
June 20, 2011, 10:30 PM Italy Time
100 feet from the Mediteranian Sea
I’m homesick right now. It’s father’s day and I miss my dad and grandpa, and all of my family really. I want to call them but my phone isn’t working. I don’t know if I am cut out for this traveling far away stuff. There’s supposed to be WIFI here but I haven’t figured out how to buy it.