Still Alive!
Sorry to have not written in so long. I am well, by the way...now.
Before I go on, “Aussie Traveller” I did respond to your comment about the hostels, but I’ll repeat. I’ll be at the Globetrotters Inn in Edinburgh. There is a July special through hostelworld.com, book three nights for the cost of two. I’ll spend less than £10 per night. For Rome, I originally reserved 4 nights at the Freedom Traveller (hot breakfast and free pasta dinner), but I’ve decided to start off there and spend my last 3 days at the Hostel Alessandro Palace. It has had lots of renovations including a an on-site bar and en-suite bathrooms for each room. That can be good or bad. I’m hoping the former.
Also, because I need to catch up with my tales, I may have to post more than one at a time. I’ve numbered each entry so that you can make sure to read them in order.
Last weekend was particularly horrible. Well...yeah. It started with my bittersweet weekend in London. London was great: great museums - Tate Gallery and Imperial War Museum, great musicals: Chicago and the Jerry Springer Opera, great kebabs off of Leicester Square) but horrible accommodations (floor unvacuumed, my blanket smelled like B.O., dirty sink that leaked, dirty bathrooms, pool of puke some other guest left on the stairwell, smoking roommates with belongings spread over floor...mice). Not to mention I got a cold (it is now a week later and my sinuses are still draining). I was in the foulest mood and pretty much separated myself from Meera, who I paired with and stayed at O’Hell Hole (actually it’s called O’Callahans). We went to the London Pride Parade together, which was way cool since I’ve never been to one (I had to fly to Europe the day of Pride in San Francisco). It’s a big deal, which is cool. But after Pride, we both spilt up on our separate ways. I barely made it back to the bus back to Brighton, but many of the people that went with us didn’t and I think they caught a train. We got back and I watched my first ever complete soccer game. I rooted for Portugal by default as Meera pulled for Greece. I wouldn’t have known Portugal from a hole in the ground before that day but I was pissed when they lost. I didn’t help my already foul mood. Turns out my foul mood was most likely PMS (not to mention being sick didn’t help). Tuesday, I ended up leaving in the middle of my class and spent most of an hour puking and curled up in the fetal position on the men’s room floor. To explain, in this particular building, men’s and women’s bathrooms alternate on different floors. I didn’t have time to search for the ladies loo as a toilet is a toilet when you are nauseous, though a there is a distinct difference between and men’s room and a ladies room when you are curled up on the floor. Ugh. And so, I do believe that I have experienced a worst case scenario which means it can only get better from here on out. And it did.
Stay tuned to hear about my super-fantastic (expensive) weekend in Bath.