But, I want to talk about last weekend...
The trip starts with me waking up at the crack of dawn, which really was only 7 AM but honestly, I need all the sleep I can get. It was necessary to get up so early because the chances of getting lost en route to the train station are great, I mean, it's me...I have no directional abilities. On the bright side we needed the extra hour we gave ourselves at the train station because it took us forever to find our train. Pathetic. Once we figured it out we found our seats and enjoyed an hour train ride to Florence!
(Warning: This paragraph is rather intense. Read as if I am speaking very fast. My thoughts are flustered but I'm speaking my mind. Ok, enjoy...it will be interesting. It's also a tangent. Beware.) The train ride was a very interesting experience for me. I sat across from a couple who had kids in high school. I chatted with them about studying abroad in Rome, and the opportunity Loyola offers with their campus in Monte Mario. They were so excited about everything and kept whispering to each other about how it is such a great opportunity. It really made me think. I know this is an awesome opportunity and I want to take advantage of my time in Rome. I have to thank my parents for letting me take advantage of this opportunity and being so supportive of me through the times when I'm enjoying myself here and the times when I skype them in tears because I want to come home. I have so many mixed emotions, I can't keep track of them. Overall, I love Rome but I also love home. Here, I'm out of my element, I feel it everyday. It's good for me though. I need this. I need to be pushed to my limits and out of my comfort zone. I need to be happy and sad and mad and glad and most of all I need to be challenged. I need to miss you, and I need to cry, and laugh, and fake being happy when I'm sad, and then I need to be truly happy like I am most of the time. It's good, it's really good. Because I need to know I can do this, for myself. And I'll be back in two months and it will go by fast, and I will be so happy, and most of all I'll be so ecstatic to see home and my family and my love and my friends and my pets and Chicago. So there. This is good. Yes it is.
I had the best waffles ever in Florence, and finally got some Mexican food! This put me in such a good mood for the weekend, I swear, nothing could get me down. Not even the five boring hours I spent in Pisa in Sunday. I could definitely have lived without this "adventure," but it definitely did not make the weekend any less fun. Although I still have not decided if the leaning tower was worth the agony I went through during this day. I will say this one time only: I will never have a picnic in Pisa again! For those of you who are not aware, my worst fear is birds. Birds are flying monsters. While enjoying (or not enjoying) my sandwich on the marble steps near the leaning tower a congregation of ravenous pigeons surrounded the area I was eating in. They landed on my backpack. I screamed, ran away, and the only dialogue that came out of my mouth for the next ten minutes was, "Katherine! Katherine, Katherine!! Get them! Stop them!! Help, help help!! Katherine! Make them go away!!" There were pictures taken of me by other tourists, and I'm pretty sure Marriam peed her pants while watching the show I put on.
Don't have picnics in Pisa.
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