Once again, I don’t even know where to start!
I’ve met so many incredible people from all over the world. I’ve met some of the most happiest, optimistic, and most beautiful people ever who have had the worst backgrounds and/or are in horrible situations. It’s making me realize how petty, small, and stupid my “stresses” and “problems” are.
I don’t have much time to write.
Note to self: Don’t forget getting lost in Venice in the pouring rain with Samuele, Roberto, Maina, Jake, Iran boy, and some girl. Dancing/dj on Lido and the Bangladesh boys introducing themselves and their entire family to Elissa, playing drinking card game in the tiny kitchen at Castello (nina, maina, and others) then going out and meeting Phil (a hilarious gay British guy); birthday party at Castello for Tomo, Tomo kissing Jake and then saying she was married and Jake freaked out; Nino taking us to a super lame club on Lido; hanging out with Max and Roberto
I keep forgetting to blog. Once again, too many things have happened since I’ve last written.
Yesterday was a long day of work. It included a long walk in the pouring rain from one hostel to the other hostel and I had to carry a boys’ luggage while it was storming. So, I walked from Campiello San Stefano [a square near the hostel I live/work at] to the other hostel, called Castello, which is about a ten minute walk from Piazza San Marco and back again. When I was working at Castello I organized a potluck with the guests there. The plan was to meet back at the hostel around 7. Nino, my boss, was very happy. He told me to invite people from The Academy, which is the hostel I work at. So, come 6 o’clock the people I met earlier that day came back to the hostel with fine wine and tiramisu cake! I was looking forward to dinner and relaxing with the people I met all day. Long story short, when the potluck started I had to walk a boy to The Academy. Once I was getting to walk back to the potluck with other people from my hostel I got a call from the boss and was basically was “uninvited” to the dinner that I organized because there wasn’t enough room for the people Nino told me to invite. So, I didn’t get to hangout with the people I met earlier that day.
So, I met new people from The Academy and took them out to Campo Santa Margherita. We had a good time and stopped back into The Academy around midnight to use the bathroom and head towards the Rialto Bridge. My boss was there and called me “lazy” in front of the 4 guests. The guests were all shocked and couldn’t believe he said that. I was offended, but then quickly blew it off and realized that he doesn’t know what in the heck he is talking about because he is never around. I wake up at 8 every morning, clean for 3-4 hours, check people in and out of the hostels, walk all over Venice showing people around, and at night time I take the guests out. I wake up at 8 or 9 and don’t go to bed until around 2 in the morning. My boss also wants me to lie to people and give them a fake name in case they leave good reviews. Today I want to go home and see my mommy and daddy.
Today I’m very tired. I woke up at 8 and had to walk to Castello. I’ve not been eating well and ending up puking 3 times at work while cleaning. I finished cleaning and headed back to The Academy and slept. Anna, the girl I work with, took care of me. She is super awesome and has been helping me learn Italian.
I’m tired. Yeah, this is a crummy post. Aside from being tired and whatnot, I’ve been having a blast. The guys I took out last night were awesome. Nicolas from Chile, Jie from Taiwan, Justin from Australia, and Kevin from Canada. Oh, last week was awesome. Gene, from Australia, stayed at The Academy for 3 nights and I was able to go to the beach, Lido, with him and another girl from California. And no it wasn’t a nude beach. How unfortunate! ;)
Biggest Regret: Deciding to leave my precious Nikon camera at home.
Piazza San Marco is stunning at night. Clearly, these photos suck and they don’t capture the beauty one bit :[
Everyday I step foot outside the hostel I see this.
I don’t have the energy or the time to write about everything that has happened thus far. So, Ill do a quick summary instead! I left Michigan on the 8th of May and arrived 16 hours later at the Marco Polo airport where my dear friend, Gianmarco, picked me up. Soon after, he took me out to a cute little pub in Dolo where he had me try my first spritz. Throughout the time we spent together Gianmarco (or “Jimmy”) introduced me to his family and his friends, who are all extremely friendly.
His friend, Giovanni, owns a restaurant where we went several nights for dinner to meet up with friends and eat incredible pizza. Other nights we went to Venice and drank spritz with friends at Campo Santa Margherita. It was at Campo Santa Margherita where I learned all the “bad” Italian words ;] Another night I went to a place called “Pop Corn Club” with “Fonte”, Mia, Gianmarco, and Giulia. I spent most of the night hanging out with Mia and Giulia. One of Gianmarco’s friends, Carlo, lives in Berlin and was visiting for a few days. Carlo invited me to stay with him and his roommate, Nina. So, one night he helped me book a flight and I left 3 days later for Berlin!
Berlin was incredible. Graffiti covers the town and you will find young people filling the streets no matter what hour it is. So, long story short, I went to incredible discos, chilled at 3 different parks, went to a nice dinner that had the most delicious food, stayed up until at least 7 am every morning, met 3 guys from sweden at a bar who were smoking marijuana inside and hungout with them all night, met some of the most beautiful people from all over the world, and had one of the best weeks of my life ever. I spent most of the time with Nina, Max, and Carlo. Also, Club Mates are incredible, the hopping birds with Carlo were hilarious, the “cat club” is indescribable, and “I wanna deeeeeaaance!” <3
It’s been 6 days since Berlin and I am now living/working at a hostel in Venice. I like it here and have met so many interesting people. Now, I’m just worried about how little money I have in the most expensive city. Hmm, oh well.
I think it’s about time that I start writing about my “adventure”. I was advised to keep a “travel journal” so I wouldn’t forget about the things that I’ve already forgotten. I’m not writing in hopes to gain any “followers”, but to keep my friends and family updated and for my own personal use.
It’s been over 3 weeks since I’ve left home and have been in Europe. An unbelievable amount of events have happened thus far. I don’t even know where to start. I suppose I should start at the beginning, but that would take much too long and I don’t feel like thinking right now.
Yes, this is the end of my post. I’m much too exhausted and don’t want to write a crappy post with horrible grammar. Sooner or later I will write more in depth about Italy, Berlin, languages, the friends I’ve made, the people I’ve met, my new job at a hostel in Venice, and more on all the things I’ve encountered on this crazy roller coaster ride.
Oh, one more thing! I miss my friends and family very much.