Anyhow, the flight overall wasn't so bad. I didn't even attempt to sleep since I was so excited, and I wanted to make sure that I cut the jet lag straight away. It is currently 11:30am in Rome, Italy, and in Chicago it is 4:30am. Yikes! I have been awake for quite some time now...please understand if my language is a little basic. Scusi.
Our hotel is beautiful. Could it possibly be anything else? The environment is so green and lush, and even the trees are remarkable...[I am NOT a hippie]...[jerks]...even the air feels lighter and sweet to breathe. As our flight was landing in Roma, the sun was just pouring out behind some fluffy white clouds and the sky was fresh with a bit of drizzle and light. I took a couple pictures of the most gorgeous rainbow effect given from these elements [just with my new little point and shoot] and I felt such a great rush of relaxation. It was the first breathtaking and exhilarating moment of my trip. And that was just on the airplane.
I'm currently rooming with Elise and Olivia, while Anna and Tracey are in a double a couple doors down. Our rooms are comfy, but the quarters are ridiculously small, which seems to be something that we are going to have to get used to, and quickly. When we stepped into the individual rooms portion of the hotel, the elevator was about as large as one American sized obese man. Maybe not even obese. Probably just a man with a larger beer belly. Moral of the story: whoa, tiny! I can already see that I am going to be facing a ton of silly phobias I have while I am here, and hopefully I will be broken of a few of them...like my phobia of tight elevators. Ahh! I sent my luggage up to the second floor [which is actually called the first floor, the ground level called 'zero'] and ran up the stairs to meet up with my luggage! I know, I'm silly. Maybe I'll break that one soon...oh, and the shower is about the same exact size of the elevator. Ohhhmygoodnesss.
While Olivia and I were scanning our new territory for a bit, we noticed that a garbage can was smoking. Literally. The smoke didn't smell awful though, it was almost aromatic, so for a moment we almost passed it up as something that was SUPPOSED to be there. Wrong! We noticed that the smoke was continuing to grow, so we hurried inside the hotel and tried to explain to the nearest person, the bartender, that the garbage can was on fire! Olivia motioned her to follow us because it was quite clear she was confused as to what we were getting at, and before we could all make it over there, a man working for the hotel was already stamping it out. Phew! The bartender then told us that if we needed a larger garbage can, that there was a huge dumping one behind some fences and whatnot! Haha! Talk about misinterpretation. Later we questioned ourselves as to why we didn't think to say "un fuego!" but, no worries, no damage done.
I actually wrote this blog the day we arrived in Rome, and I can only buy internet one hour at a time, so it doesn't seem like I will be able to keeping blogging consistently until we get into Cortona. Sadness! But don't worry, so many other Italia stories to be told...keep checking!
Lovelovelove
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