My last day was pretty good. Had a nice chat with some people that I’ve maybe made a connection with. Both are teachers in their 50s lol.

Took myself on a long ramble through city. I love rome. You can discover something every time. Had a picnic lunch in villa Borghese. Then packed and read. And then social hour and glasses of wine.

Life is good.

Then when I was washing my hair, I realized that I was never going to see my mom again. Of course, that’s not news. But I still cried a little.

I’m ready to be home.

Thank god for today

Becky, another hostel guest, and I spent the until lunchtime walking around Rome and listening to Rick steves talk about rome. It was neat. We saw a carabineri pass out and receive medical treatment, saw a few great niche churches, ate Jewish artichokes, and watched a movie get filmed. At some point we got smart and took a bus home. Very satisfying day.

After some downtime I went to the social hour at the bar and talked to a Frenchman, an American history student, a couple of dutchmen, and a Canadian citizen about politics and stuff. I even learned something about French political systems. After 3 drinks I couldn’t follow the conversation anymore. Time for bed.

I’ll say it again. Thank god for a good day.

Had a pretty good day. Just walked around and took pictures and thought a lot. Found a fun bead shop and bought a few cheap and pretty souvenirs. Spent a few hours doing collage and artsy stuff with a hostel person.

It’s pretty hot here still. I’m very sweaty at the end of every day. I’m glad that the clothes that I brought are working out.

I wasn’t feeling tivoli at all. I’ll go back someday with the appropriate attitude I’m sure

Came back and ate a bunch of ice cream. Worked on a project. I’ll watch a movie and call it a day.