Oh my gosh I’ve missed you guys so much!!
I know it’s only been a week and you probably haven’t even realized yet that I was gone but daaaang last week was brutal!
Let me tell you why.
You see, every year our graduating classes have to participate in a horrendous ancient Latin project that takes up about 2 months of our school year and ends with a trip to Rome. This year was my turn. Sounds like fun, right?
Yeah, well, I thought so too.
Until I started listening to the rumors… The trip is said to be a blister inducing insomnian (not a word I know but go with it) horror, filled with drunk people and ancient inscriptions. To paraphrase my reaction: *gulp!*
Still, I wasn’t too worried. I’d already survived the 2 months with only 3.5 mental break downs (I had to cut one short due to tight schedule), had all my presentations ready so I thought,
“Pssht how bad can it be!? I get to go to Rome!! Sure it’s a school trip and all, but even if I have a bad time, I’ll be having a bad time in Rome.”
I was wrong.
I would love nothing more than to tell you I had a great time.
I really, really do but….
…my feet beg to differ.
You see there was a lot of walking. I repeat a LOT of walking, with very little eating.
Veeeery little eating.
Recent calculations confirm that for example last Thursday 10 hours were spent walking, while a staggering sum of 35 minutes were used as break time.
In other words I started out like this:
Advanced to this:
And finally ended like this:
But the teachers were just getting warmed up! It was like a contest between them of who could break their students down the fastest. Sadly my teacher won. Our group prevailed until the bitter end.
And now I can see my ribs….
So, without further ado here is how last week successfully manage to shatter my soul by..:
♣ showing me so many wonders of Rome in so little time that they blur together to a meaningless blob (*sniff* much sadness :'( thank goodness for photography, though! But still….)
♣ telling me the Italian water is not suitable for drinking after I had just downed a liter….
♣ separating me from the blogging community with no warning what so ever (the withdrawal was real)
♣ making me freeze ever night so that I ended up sleeping in my coat and scarf
♣ forcing me to gulp down my cappuccino
♣ making me take care of drunken idiots I call “friends”
♣ not giving me anything to eat before 7 PM
♣ not putting me to bed before 0:00
who dares disturb my slumber?
♣ making me guiltily yearn for my soft bed at home while reluctantly starting the day in one of the awesomest cities on earth
♣ giving me blog post ideas just as I’m about to fall asleep then make me crash into a table while looking for my pen
In other words it’s good to be home smile
But I most definitely will have to go back and replace all those gross school memories with the true, mind-blowing, wonderful impressions Rome is suppose to offer! bigsmile
Whatcha say..? Care to join me? tongue