So, after the success of an incredible spring break of backpacking, I’ve taken it upon myself to see what else Europe has in store for me. Therefore, the reason that I am typing stealthily on my roommate’s computer is because my laptop, along with nearly all of my belongings have been shipped back with the parents, leaving me only with enough to fill my backpack while still looking (fairly) reasonable.
From here on out it’s just my backpack, a few novels and a sketchbook to pass the time, and a lot of (hypothetical, mind you) balls. Here’s the rundown:
April 26, I get kicked out of housing, don’t take the bus conveniently scheduled by Umbra at 1 a.m., and eventually make it to Rome for the tour I was always supposed to do but never got around to: that’d be the Coliseum and all of that Roman-ness (mm… Russell Crowe in full costume, perhaps? I say yes.). In addition, I’ll be spending a day at the Vatican to pay homage to that religion I’m supposed to be devoting all my time and money to and really just looking at all of the pretty artwork they’ve stored up over the years.
From Rome, I take a night train to Nice where I will tan and be fabulous with crepes and croissants until May. From there I can hop on a few busses to check out Cannes and Antibes for the day. Maybe see some movie stars? I’ll let you know.
Then it’s off to Marseille for a night where I will eventually figure out how to get my booty to Barcelona (probably a night bus). Then I’m in Barcelona for three days with a possible day trip to Costa Brava to see the sights and hopefully experience the night life - and sangria B-town (B-ciudad?) has to offer me. Laundry facilities wouldn’t be so bad at this point either.
From Barcelona it’s on to Valencia and from Valencia to Madrid, where I’m banking on rendezvousing with a mix of people I’ve met throughout my life. Then I hop on another train, take a peak at Cordoba and finally make my way on down to Seville where I spend the last moments of my adventure. Then it’s a RyanAir (good lordy, help me) flight back to Pisa and from Pisa I take the night train back to Rome, arrive May 14th and from there I hang out in the airport and smell terrible and eventually fly back to the United States of America where I will hug my parents because I love them, eat a burrito, take a hot shower and sleep for twenty days until it is time to drive down to North Carolina and hug even more people that I love and miss because they are all graduating and I am terribly devastated about it.
So that’s that. And I’m scared shitless. I guess we’ll see how it goes. In the meantime, I’ll be recuperating mi espanol. Ciao!
1 comment:
First, your adventure sounds amazing!
Second, Barcelona is great, but Las Ramblas is overrated. Also, when in Madrid, you must eat churos from the chocolatería near the city center. It should be pretty easy to find, it's rather famous (i think it's maybe the Chocolatería San Ginés, but I can't be sure). Also, you should sooo hit Cafe Poplar. It's a late night jazz bar in the center of the city and one of the coolest places I went while there.
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