Luckily the next people we encountered were good Samaritans who helped us to our hostel and even carried our luggage. The high points of today were losing the guidebook and therefore wandering throughout siena in an attempt to see the sights without a map or buying a ticket. Along with the spectacular things most tourists encounter jesse and I stumbled across what was either a community agricultural project or a homosexual communist cooperative (though most likely the former). We also got lost in an area and chuckled to ourselves as we ended up walking out of a psychiatric hospital. At lunch I had a mini heart attack when I thought I had managed to order a 10 euro bottle of water. Some easy Italian cleared up the mistake and now I am 9 euros richer. One day in…I can only imagine what the next 87 will bring.
January 03, 2006
sono arrivata
despite the fact that I’ve been in italy for three weeks now, the liberating although sad feeling of saying goodbye to my family has really made me feel like my “abroad experience” has begun. And the indication that the next three months will result in neverending hilarious anecdotes came on yesterday’s train ride to siena. Jesse and I had only been separated from my family for a mere 2 hours when we came face to face with our first crazy lady on a train in italy. At first she seemed like a nice lady who was a bit lonely and wanted company for the two hour ride. But then she began losing her train of thought mid-sentence and repeating herself. And telling us about her condition. Granted my Italian isn’t perfect, but I am pretty sure she told us that she experiences 6 months of emotional high then a month of deathly low. At this point I was shooting jesse every “get me out of here” look possible but our two huge suitcases, 2 carry ons and 2 backpacks prevented us from making a quick and subtle escape. The rest of the journey I spent praying to get to the hostel unscathed as our very own crazy lady asked us if we wanted to share a cab to take her to our hostel and offered to carry our luggage. By some act of god she took the hint and disappeared when we respectfully declined. 
Luckily the next people we encountered were good Samaritans who helped us to our hostel and even carried our luggage. The high points of today were losing the guidebook and therefore wandering throughout siena in an attempt to see the sights without a map or buying a ticket. Along with the spectacular things most tourists encounter jesse and I stumbled across what was either a community agricultural project or a homosexual communist cooperative (though most likely the former). We also got lost in an area and chuckled to ourselves as we ended up walking out of a psychiatric hospital. At lunch I had a mini heart attack when I thought I had managed to order a 10 euro bottle of water. Some easy Italian cleared up the mistake and now I am 9 euros richer. One day in…I can only imagine what the next 87 will bring.
Luckily the next people we encountered were good Samaritans who helped us to our hostel and even carried our luggage. The high points of today were losing the guidebook and therefore wandering throughout siena in an attempt to see the sights without a map or buying a ticket. Along with the spectacular things most tourists encounter jesse and I stumbled across what was either a community agricultural project or a homosexual communist cooperative (though most likely the former). We also got lost in an area and chuckled to ourselves as we ended up walking out of a psychiatric hospital. At lunch I had a mini heart attack when I thought I had managed to order a 10 euro bottle of water. Some easy Italian cleared up the mistake and now I am 9 euros richer. One day in…I can only imagine what the next 87 will bring.
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