okay, i know i said before that i was gonna do this by category, but i lied. i just tried to do that, and it was awkward sounding because i wrote mostly at random. okay, that's not really different than usual. whatever, i don't have to give you a reason for what i do...this is my blog, not yours.
we (we=mal, maddy, chris, me) left for cdg airport around 230 on halloween and finally got on the rer after a few minor mishaps (we forgot to buy tickets...whoops). luckily i was still wearing my ears and black paint on my face, so people were really nice to us. we arrived at fumicino airport in rome that evening and hopped on the leonardo express without a hitch. we walked down the street to the exquisite hostel alessandro downtown, which we called home for the next five nights. seriously, at the end of the day, i'd be like, "guys, i'm tired, let's go home."
we walked into our room and met our first roommates. they were really friendly and outgoing and really excited to have us...on opposite day. they were these 2 hella awkward guys that didn't speak english very well and didn't seem excited that we came in.
anyway, we were starving because all we'd had on the plane was shitty plane food and free wine (ooo but that wine was so glorious), we asked the front desk where we could eat. they directed us toward a restaurant and told us to hurry because they'd close the kitchen in half an hour. we marched over there and ordered ourselves our first real italian meal. i almost forgot i was still wearing my costume until the waiter made this awkward, slow "rawrrrrrr" noise at me after i ordered. every time he came over after that, he sort of pawed at me like a cat and did that weird "rawrrrrrrr" thing in my ear. lol. after our delish meal, on our way out, the "rawrrrrr" waiter and his friends laughed at/with me some more. but he did give us our drinks for free, so i guess i can't be that mad at him.
exhausted from traveling, we went back to the hostel with the intention of just going to bed. but when we got back, the lights were off and those two awk guys were already sleeping. it was only like 1230 am. none of us have ever stayed in a hostel before, so we didn't know hostel etiquette...can you turn the lights on? should we change in the room or in the bathroom? do the roommates get to complain if we're too loud? we decided to roll our stuff into the hallway and change in the bathroom. as we were all finishing up around probably 1 15 am, we saw three girls wander down the hall..and go straight to our room. problem: there were already 3 people sleeping in there, 4 of us, and 3 going in...and only 8 beds. i'm no math major, but i think that's not enough beds. the girls (who were from new york and turned out to be a riot) went to the front desk to complain. they brought down a desk attendant--don juan--who must have been stoned/on some kind of drugs because he wasn't sane. he walked in the room to confirm that yes, there were not enough beds. one of the guys had gotten up to go to the bathroom, and on his way back into the room, don juan says to him, "you or your friend have to come to reception." it's 1 freaking 30 in the morning, and he wants them to go to reception. yeah, right.
anyway, the ny girls sleep upstairs, and we crawl into our beds. as we finally get settled, the guy sleeping on the bunk under maddy gets out of bed...and he doesn't have pants on. this sends mal and chris into a giggle fit, and their laughs do nothing to help me suppress my own. it was one of those cliché moments...we're all in our rented beds, sleeping on probably dirty sheets in a hostel in europe, and i finally fell asleep with a smile on my face even after the laughter died down.
check out the pictures of our sexy room. though you can't see them here, there were these wonderful blankets with tigers and dolphins and palm trees on them.
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