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Going back on Italy pics is amusing! Church, church, church, museum, museum, drunk photos, church, museum, museum, museum, drunk photos, and so on.
My last night in Italy was a special one. I was greeted with a warm hug by Lucas who was bummed out about a bad review he received on hostel world. The place was quite the shit hole judging by the reviews prior to his arrival and total take over. The man is working really hard to turn it around and was promised a raise when the reviews go up (which they had) but these bitches from California may have set him back. They claimed the room smelled too much of cleaning product....a CLEAN hostel? I fail to see how he deserved a 40%. I cheered him up by telling him he was a god in Florence which is true seeing as several people knew who he was though most hadn't stayed there. He asked if I was up for going out for my last night which in my mind was mandatory even if there is all of two open bars in that city. I was feeling socially removed with the crowd that evening. A lot of young people and no real common interest to speak of. I would have been happy reading a book but Lucas didn't want me to feel left out staying attentive to me and remained my sidekick when we all went out. We chatted about our travels and how he fell in love with an Aussie and hopes to move down there at some point. He told me he plans to run the place until February and move on with his travels with Australia being the final stop. I wish him all the best. We walked back and shared a few zombie clips on youtube before a two hour sleep. I didn't have a travel alarm clock and needed to catch the 4:30 AM bus to the airport so he was kind enough so he set his personal alarm and quietly gathered me from my dorm to send me off with snack cakes and goodbye hugs. I realized at goodbye that I had developed a crush on him. I never allow myself to recognize my feelings until it's too late.....not that anything would have ever happened.
I'm home now and back at work in the morning. How I hate being back. I sometimes wonder why I'm buying a house here when I would really like to backpack around Europe for a year or so and probably move there after figuring out where it is that I belong. When it comes down to it I'm just too attached to my job and couldn't stand leaving Lecter for that long. Traveling every couple of months will just have to do for now. With February comes Ireland and in May Paris. There is always something to look forward too.
Pictures here
My last night in Italy was a special one. I was greeted with a warm hug by Lucas who was bummed out about a bad review he received on hostel world. The place was quite the shit hole judging by the reviews prior to his arrival and total take over. The man is working really hard to turn it around and was promised a raise when the reviews go up (which they had) but these bitches from California may have set him back. They claimed the room smelled too much of cleaning product....a CLEAN hostel? I fail to see how he deserved a 40%. I cheered him up by telling him he was a god in Florence which is true seeing as several people knew who he was though most hadn't stayed there. He asked if I was up for going out for my last night which in my mind was mandatory even if there is all of two open bars in that city. I was feeling socially removed with the crowd that evening. A lot of young people and no real common interest to speak of. I would have been happy reading a book but Lucas didn't want me to feel left out staying attentive to me and remained my sidekick when we all went out. We chatted about our travels and how he fell in love with an Aussie and hopes to move down there at some point. He told me he plans to run the place until February and move on with his travels with Australia being the final stop. I wish him all the best. We walked back and shared a few zombie clips on youtube before a two hour sleep. I didn't have a travel alarm clock and needed to catch the 4:30 AM bus to the airport so he was kind enough so he set his personal alarm and quietly gathered me from my dorm to send me off with snack cakes and goodbye hugs. I realized at goodbye that I had developed a crush on him. I never allow myself to recognize my feelings until it's too late.....not that anything would have ever happened.
I'm home now and back at work in the morning. How I hate being back. I sometimes wonder why I'm buying a house here when I would really like to backpack around Europe for a year or so and probably move there after figuring out where it is that I belong. When it comes down to it I'm just too attached to my job and couldn't stand leaving Lecter for that long. Traveling every couple of months will just have to do for now. With February comes Ireland and in May Paris. There is always something to look forward too.
Pictures here