Word up day one

 


That's looking out from my hostel room in downtown Rome. I spent a thoroughly retarded two hours last night trying to find a place to sleep. I took the train from the airport which shuttled me right downtown for 9 euro, and left the (freaking wicked I must say) main Termine station in the rain for a bed at 7 pm (pardon me, 19:00). After tons of walking around to hostels with a spare bed "over thataway", (which of course never were) the receptionist at one of the hostels found me a spot at another place, and by now it was about 9pm, uhh, 21:00?

I'm quite pleased with how well I held my head about me... I hadn't slept for more than 24 hours, it was raining, 21:00, and I had no bed. Mini Geordan wanted to sit down, cry and whine and think about being home and building Lego, but he was crushed with a vanquishing blow to his right temple, subdueing the death spiral of homelust until it would rise from the shadows at some other period of un-comfort.

I had a terrible sleep last night, Italiano Santa Clauso had a bed in my dorm, and we all know how loud Santa Claus snores. He's a freaking lawnmower. I've had about 4 hours of sleep in 48 hours. Gorgeous! Anyways, I'm walking over the to the Vatican with a girl from Melbourne I met at the hostel I'm at, (No jumping to conclusions any of you! First you'd be wrong, and second, you should know better, Australia is a long way from Germany) I'm also in a dorm with a group of guys from New Orleans, an apparently tipsy Italian guy, another girl from downunder and a girl from Brazil, as well as the comfortably plump Italian man.

I'll post more when I get to the other hostel tonight (I'll be staying at The Beehive for those interested). The Internet isn't free here. =D

See ya lazers