As this trip comes to an end, I would like to thank those who admittedly read my blog and enjoyed it and those who didn't. Even if you don't admit to reading it, I know that you did. It's okay. You don't need to be ashamed.
As I said before, the purpose of this blog was not for my audience back home, but rather for more personal reasons. I enjoyed recording my experiences very much and I hope to look back on them in the future when I don't have the liberty to travel like this. Regardless, I very much hope that you all enjoyed reading about my uncensored travels and felt a bit more in touch with me. A million grazies to my regular readers, though. I really appreciated the feedback via facebook. I had more reads from acquaintances than my own close friends.
I wish I had more time here. Now that we are back in Palermo with the family, it is sad to have to leave so soon. A month seemed like such a long time before, but now it seems like it wasn't long enough. Either way, I feel as though I had a very fulfilled Sicilian experience. I just don't know if I'm quite ready to leave my leisurely Italiana lifestyle yet....There is always an awkwardness to coming back home after traveling for so long. When I got back from Japan I was a nervous fucking wreck. It was a weird slump that I couldn't bring myself out of. How can I just jump back into my hectic and often times dramatic work and social life after experiencing a month of extreme relaxation? It is almost impossible to transition smoothly. I always get mildly depressed upon coming home and feel a bit out of sorts. A month has a the propensity to change everything, trust me.
But enough of this sentimental bullshit. I can be sensitive when I get home. We ended our Roman trip in complete chaos. Cortney broke the bed in the apartment a few days before we left. Like, the wood frame holding the mattress completely cracked when she laid down. It was funny at the time, but when it came time to inform our landlord, all the humor of that situation drained completely....Cortney ended up paying 300 euro, which is around 500 dollars, for that piece of shit bed. It wasn't an antique or even a nicely furnished bed frame. It was an un-sanded wood frame from IKEA. Caterina got ghetto on the landlord's ass and requested a receipt for the bed, and we found a compromise. But fucking christ.
On the last day, I dragged my sick and feverish ass out of bed and trekked on over to the Sistine Chapel so I could see Michaelangelo's 'Creation of Adam' before I left. I always tell people I want a tattooed sleeve of the fresco on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel on my right arm. This may or may not be a serious claim. I kid you not, I was sick as a dog, so when I arrived at the chapel I was stoked because there was no line. And then then I saw a sign that said CLOSED, and I almost cried. I could have been sleeping soundly and the only fucking thing I wanted to see in Roma was closed. How dare they do that to me. Fucking cruel.
That's all I've got. I rate my Roman experience a 6 out of 10. Rome had it's ups and downs, like any trip. We got in some nasty fights and everyone was about to strangle Sergio's stupid ass by the end of the trip. I have taken to yelling at him with English insults, since he rarely understands. Cortney and Catty literally started choking each other outside the Trevi Fountain the other day. All kinds of shit happened. Insulting words were exchanged at all hours of every day. Fuck it, a month together is a long time and sometimes we bloody well need to insult each other. I love my travelmates like they are my own flesh and blood, even though they made it boil at more than one time.
I had a glass of red wine with dinner one night and it was well worth it. If there's one thing I could not have left Italia without drinking, it was the vino. The last night on the Spanish Steps I drank 75% of a carton of 1 euro wine and stared blankly around with glassy eyes and a fleeting desire to get the fuck out of Roma as soon as possible. Wine does this to me.
Ciao. The last Ciao for a while. See You in Irvine, I can hardly contain my eggcitement.
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