So I finally arrived to Roma.
I was planning to go to hostel, where H and S stayed when they were in Roma. I never made it there. It was 8 kilometres from centre. I arrived to Roma so late, that metros has stopped working. And I had no idea where the hell is the buss station I was supposed to go.
I was planning to go to hostel, where H and S stayed when they were in Roma. I never made it there. It was 8 kilometres from centre. I arrived to Roma so late, that metros has stopped working. And I had no idea where the hell is the buss station I was supposed to go.
So I decided to go with a guy I met in
the train.
We took the same train to Roma. And we
started to talk each other during the trip. Or in fact he came to ask
where am I going. It turns out that he is using couchsurfing and he
has couch available on that night. After a little bit talking, I
decided to go with him.
And I don't regret that decision. I
ended up sleeping on the couch at the hotel where he worked. I slept
there until his workday (or worknight) was over and then we went to
his place. Around 12 I decided to start doing things and go out.
Note to myself – always book your
trains (especially night trains) much earlier.
I waited for my ticket like 2 hour,
just to find out that there are no seats left for that night. So I
ended up spending one more night in Roma.
Luckily there was still room at my
previous host, so I just went back. We went to meet two Russian
girls, they were couchsurfers too. We went to see Spanish steps,
Colosseum and just walked around. Of course our host had to go
working at night, so we spent rest of the night just three of us.
And we got along so well!
”I'm so full of kissing and hugging!”
Yea, I know what you mean. I know it's a culture thing, but they
didn't kiss that much in Sicily. Or those two guys who I met on the
ferry. This was something different. It was like – kiss when we
meet first time, kiss and hug when someone leaves, kiss and hug when
you're starting to collect your stuff, kiss and hugs when you leave.
It happened so many times, it started to feel weird.
I think it's nicer in France, where you
don't actually kiss someone their cheek (or at least that I have been
told), you just give air kisses. In Italy they give actual kisses. I would understand if you give real
kisses to those people you actually know. It's different between
close friends and person you just met.
But it's culture difference. You just
need to go with it.
Love,
Ambivalent
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