Last night I didn't sleep. Matteo and I were supposed go do homework at Pathos but somehow I ended up at a club in Pourto Rickinati.
So I met his family (really nice and fed me Chocolate)
His brother is nine and I tried to help him with his english homework (we have the same workbook except mine is in Italian)
We went to the gate and met up with some friends.
I lost my favorite black shirt at the club last night because I drank to much, possible kissed my hott friend and forgot my shirt. We tried to go back and get it but we couldn't get in because there were strippers. When we were waiting this old man walked by, took him about 4 minutes to walk down 3 stairs, said something suggestive to me then walked into the club, we about peed ourselves.
Matteo couldn't go to the disco because he said he had to study and didn't have clothes to wear. I'm trying to be more open minded so I hopped in the car with Luca and Paolol.
Driving the the Marche region of Italy is unbelievable beautiful. We are driving threw the valleys and can see lighted medieval city after city on the tops of the surrounding hills.
So I am defiantly underdressed... we are at this really classy bar on the Adriatic Sea wearing jeans and a long sleeve shirt, smooth move....
We met up with three of Luca's girl friends and drank sex on the beach. The waves are so big they are hitting the glass wall behind me. I am in such a good mood I can't stop smiling : ).
I thought this place was the club and that we would dance on the tables like everywhere else, Paolol looked at me like I was crazy.
I'm sitting at the train station and the lady is saying a bunch of stuff. I sure hope this is the right train...
I think I forgot my little blue book I write all my blog stuff in in Timur's friends car... so this trip is over for now...
Ok I found my blue book but now I am using a German keyboard so its hard to type.
So back to the disco story. We leave the bar and head to the real disco.
Ok, so I am definatly very underdressed. I would be better of walking naked threw a Puratin community. The security men are walking around like the secret service and the girls are all in stilettos and sexy outfits. There are so many old people here in slutty clothes dancin like hoes. This place is the midlife crisis meeting spot of Italy.
Ok so now I have made it to Civitanova, a city near Macerata, so far so good. I sat next to this sweet girl with dreadlocks who helped me when I didn't know where we were. But other than that I didn't talk to here because I was too tired. We didn't make it back from the club until 4:30 am.
Oh yesterday I watched the Italian version of this American game show, girls here don't really wear cothes on TV.
I like Paolol. He Isn't super cute or anything. He doesn't even look Italian, with blonde hair. I just have a good feeling about him, he is so nice. These guys are so much fun : )
I danced with an 80-year-old man... I think he was lost in the disco. I can not even describe this situation without pictures and I don't have any pictures.
So my plan for this trip to Germany is to stay with Timur for a few dazs in Limburg and then Elena in Heidleberg. I am taking trains from Macerata to Rimini, with stops in Civitanova and Ancona. In Rimini I will take a bus to the airport then hopefully fly ryanair to Frankfurt-Hahn. They are really strict with baggage and are notorious for messing things up. Timur and his dad will pick me up from the airport and we will go to a party. Man I hope this all works out...
I think I'm getting better about the fast as tits trains. I don't scream when they go by.
Ok, nevermind, that was a lie.
Oh and I have no idea how I will get to Elena or back to Macerata... I'm not really worried about it though, and that is probably a problem.
I'm getting better at this whole train thing. I am curious to see how they check my passport. I really want to go to Croatia but if my visa is dead it probably is a bad idea because my mom said Croatia's goverment is still somewhat unstable and perhaps a little communist. I'll just go toward the end of my trip so it's not so bad if I get deported.
I'm getting fat here.
I have to pee but I don't want to because I don't want to take my bag in the bathroom.
Well I made it to Ancona. One more train! Now I really need to pee but I have to wait for my train, I am gonna fall in when I hold my bag in the bathroom.
I'm pretty sure I just missed my train.
Yep, definatly just missed me train. I was eating my lunch talking with my mom on the phone. I asked a guy sitting next to me if this was the train to Rimini. He said no and pointed further down the platform then got on the train. I sat there for like ten minutes just looking at it, then it left. I was the only one left on the platform... how am I so dumb.
Shit
I'm gonna miss my flight, I don't have Timur's number. They are gonna be waiting for me at the airport and I wont be there. Oh man this is not good and I still really need to pee.
Ok so this sets me back an hour and a half. I will get to Rimini at 15:00. I know I need to take bus 9 to the airport. I will probably miss the one at 15 so perhaps I make it to the airport by 16 if all goes well. My gate closes at 17:25, ok it might be ok. I will never ask an Italian about trains again...
If I don't keep writing I might freak out. So after my program is done in April I will move in with a family In Urbsalvia for a month. They have two boys, four and ten. I will go to the highschool in Sarnano to help teach English.
Ok I'm on a train to Rimini, I peed, I feel much better now : )
I Made it to Rimini! I found the bus and only need a euro but I am digging threw my pockets and, ok I have a euro. Crap, I need to validate my ticket and I can't find the validator thing,
my bus stop is across a busy road I am scared to cross it.
I crossed it
Crap, the validator is on the other side, I run.
Two girls at the bus stop, both speakin English, one from Italy and one from Germany. They are going the same place, thank goodness.
Ok I found my blue book but now I am using a German keyboard so its hard to type.
So back to the disco story. We leave the bar and head to the real disco.
Ok, so I am definatly very underdressed. I would be better of walking naked threw a Puratin community. The security men are walking around like the secret service and the girls are all in stilettos and sexy outfits. There are so many old people here in slutty clothes dancin like hoes. This place is the midlife crisis meeting spot of Italy.
Ok so now I have made it to Civitanova, a city near Macerata, so far so good. I sat next to this sweet girl with dreadlocks who helped me when I didn't know where we were. But other than that I didn't talk to here because I was too tired. We didn't make it back from the club until 4:30 am.
Oh yesterday I watched the Italian version of this American game show, girls here don't really wear cothes on TV.
I like Paolol. He Isn't super cute or anything. He doesn't even look Italian, with blonde hair. I just have a good feeling about him, he is so nice. These guys are so much fun : )
I danced with an 80-year-old man... I think he was lost in the disco. I can not even describe this situation without pictures and I don't have any pictures.
So my plan for this trip to Germany is to stay with Timur for a few dazs in Limburg and then Elena in Heidleberg. I am taking trains from Macerata to Rimini, with stops in Civitanova and Ancona. In Rimini I will take a bus to the airport then hopefully fly ryanair to Frankfurt-Hahn. They are really strict with baggage and are notorious for messing things up. Timur and his dad will pick me up from the airport and we will go to a party. Man I hope this all works out...
I think I'm getting better about the fast as tits trains. I don't scream when they go by.
Ok, nevermind, that was a lie.
Oh and I have no idea how I will get to Elena or back to Macerata... I'm not really worried about it though, and that is probably a problem.
I'm getting better at this whole train thing. I am curious to see how they check my passport. I really want to go to Croatia but if my visa is dead it probably is a bad idea because my mom said Croatia's goverment is still somewhat unstable and perhaps a little communist. I'll just go toward the end of my trip so it's not so bad if I get deported.
I'm getting fat here.
I have to pee but I don't want to because I don't want to take my bag in the bathroom.
Well I made it to Ancona. One more train! Now I really need to pee but I have to wait for my train, I am gonna fall in when I hold my bag in the bathroom.
I'm pretty sure I just missed my train.
Yep, definatly just missed me train. I was eating my lunch talking with my mom on the phone. I asked a guy sitting next to me if this was the train to Rimini. He said no and pointed further down the platform then got on the train. I sat there for like ten minutes just looking at it, then it left. I was the only one left on the platform... how am I so dumb.
Shit
I'm gonna miss my flight, I don't have Timur's number. They are gonna be waiting for me at the airport and I wont be there. Oh man this is not good and I still really need to pee.
Ok so this sets me back an hour and a half. I will get to Rimini at 15:00. I know I need to take bus 9 to the airport. I will probably miss the one at 15 so perhaps I make it to the airport by 16 if all goes well. My gate closes at 17:25, ok it might be ok. I will never ask an Italian about trains again...
If I don't keep writing I might freak out. So after my program is done in April I will move in with a family In Urbsalvia for a month. They have two boys, four and ten. I will go to the highschool in Sarnano to help teach English.
Ok I'm on a train to Rimini, I peed, I feel much better now : )
I Made it to Rimini! I found the bus and only need a euro but I am digging threw my pockets and, ok I have a euro. Crap, I need to validate my ticket and I can't find the validator thing,
my bus stop is across a busy road I am scared to cross it.
I crossed it
Crap, the validator is on the other side, I run.
Two girls at the bus stop, both speakin English, one from Italy and one from Germany. They are going the same place, thank goodness.
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