of course i put the worst experience in writing..cause i,m selfish with the best experiences
I,ve been having a mix reation of being back in europe.
I was amazed with my experience with London, and meeting amazing people out there. I have not had that much fun at a bar for as long as I can remember. àlso, paris is overrated. Maybe if you can spends loads and loads of money it would be worth it. But honestly the experience back there was blan. By the middle of the third day and seeing everything possible I was ready to move on to italy. But had to wait one more day before that could happen.
So after a 9 hour train, and meeting another californian name lànce, which the rent, aùnt, him and I par took in drinks and talk, we rolled into our SMALL compact room and tried to sleep from the constant back and forth motion.
FINALLY!! I,m in Florence and overly excited to be back here.
I love nothing more than this place in general. We took to the sites, and pathways..went to the cupla doumò, were we walked up 463 flights of stairs. By the time I got to the top, it was the most breath taking (no pun intended) site I saw. but as soon as I turned the corner..oh shit! I,m feeling like absolute shit, my head is throbbing, my vision is blurred and spinning, my whole body is completely in shakes, and I am sweating like you would not believe. My aunt starts to come over to my aid, and I completely flip out. I feel like everything is caving in on me, and i am a) going to throw up till my organs come out or b) black out entirely..
I take a minute to collect myself, even though the pain is getting worst and worst, and start heading down all 463 flights of stairs once again. by this time, my body heat is in overdrive, and I can barely function on keeping from collapsing, and blacking out. I just keep thinking I,m almost down, almost down. I am having the worst time evening thinking or seeing, so I use my aùnt as a crutch till I make it down.
thankfully going down is faster than up..but soon as i make it out the door, I collapse from my legs giving out, and I,m hypervenaliting.. I cant move or function..my words are not making sense..and low and behold lance is there, just barely noticing him from my blacked vision..fuck you have just saw me at my worst state!!..they grab me water, but i can barely open my mouth..I realize than that I am having a anxiety attack...I cant even move..iàm completely in shakes..so lance, and my aùnt basically brace me up and take me back to my hotel..
soon as i am in my room, i start to relax a bit. My vision is restoring itself, and from the water i feel completely rehydrated again..Oh thank you. I let lance, my àùnt, and mom go ahead and see some more sights, while i just rest and calm down.
3 hours later..i feel fine..but fuck to have a anxiety attack on top of a building with only stairs as a way to getting from both points..is not priceless..its a fucken pain in the ass.
the night is starting to show..i better get ready to go out for the evening.
Hope all is well..I am looking forward to heading home..i have things i need to take care of..that have been pestering me..plus to see my friends..be back the 2nd evening..head home to cali on the 4th..talk to you guys soon.
the expenses are fucken insane out here..except florence..nice fucken deals here.
I was amazed with my experience with London, and meeting amazing people out there. I have not had that much fun at a bar for as long as I can remember. àlso, paris is overrated. Maybe if you can spends loads and loads of money it would be worth it. But honestly the experience back there was blan. By the middle of the third day and seeing everything possible I was ready to move on to italy. But had to wait one more day before that could happen.
So after a 9 hour train, and meeting another californian name lànce, which the rent, aùnt, him and I par took in drinks and talk, we rolled into our SMALL compact room and tried to sleep from the constant back and forth motion.
FINALLY!! I,m in Florence and overly excited to be back here.
I love nothing more than this place in general. We took to the sites, and pathways..went to the cupla doumò, were we walked up 463 flights of stairs. By the time I got to the top, it was the most breath taking (no pun intended) site I saw. but as soon as I turned the corner..oh shit! I,m feeling like absolute shit, my head is throbbing, my vision is blurred and spinning, my whole body is completely in shakes, and I am sweating like you would not believe. My aunt starts to come over to my aid, and I completely flip out. I feel like everything is caving in on me, and i am a) going to throw up till my organs come out or b) black out entirely..
I take a minute to collect myself, even though the pain is getting worst and worst, and start heading down all 463 flights of stairs once again. by this time, my body heat is in overdrive, and I can barely function on keeping from collapsing, and blacking out. I just keep thinking I,m almost down, almost down. I am having the worst time evening thinking or seeing, so I use my aùnt as a crutch till I make it down.
thankfully going down is faster than up..but soon as i make it out the door, I collapse from my legs giving out, and I,m hypervenaliting.. I cant move or function..my words are not making sense..and low and behold lance is there, just barely noticing him from my blacked vision..fuck you have just saw me at my worst state!!..they grab me water, but i can barely open my mouth..I realize than that I am having a anxiety attack...I cant even move..iàm completely in shakes..so lance, and my aùnt basically brace me up and take me back to my hotel..
soon as i am in my room, i start to relax a bit. My vision is restoring itself, and from the water i feel completely rehydrated again..Oh thank you. I let lance, my àùnt, and mom go ahead and see some more sights, while i just rest and calm down.
3 hours later..i feel fine..but fuck to have a anxiety attack on top of a building with only stairs as a way to getting from both points..is not priceless..its a fucken pain in the ass.
the night is starting to show..i better get ready to go out for the evening.
Hope all is well..I am looking forward to heading home..i have things i need to take care of..that have been pestering me..plus to see my friends..be back the 2nd evening..head home to cali on the 4th..talk to you guys soon.
the expenses are fucken insane out here..except florence..nice fucken deals here.