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When in Rome… (and Naples, Tuscany, Pompeii, Nice & Toulon)

I spent this past week cruising the Mediterranean, touring Italy, reenacting the Titanic, and soaking up the vitamin D that I’ve been deprived of here in London. Saturday evening I flew to Barcelona to meet the rest of Team Josef (we had matching t-shirts, pictures to come) then on Sunday morning we boarded the biggest boat I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Needless to say I made my fair share of Titanic references and may or may not have even gone so far as to refer to myself as ‘Rose’ a couple of times… (granted, my departure from the ship was much less tragic than Rose’s) Either way, it was an amazing week. We stopped in Toulon and Nice in France, Rome, Naples, Pompeii and Tuscany in Italy and took tours of Rome and Pompeii and had a wine tasting in Tuscany. It was a dream. (I realize that I constantly refer to my life here as a dream, but its the only way I know how to describe it) The tours were probably the most exciting parts of the week, but coming in close at #2 was (sadly) being able to eat real food! I forgot what a real meal was like. Now I’m even more excited to return home to the world of fast-food. You’d probably think that after that I’d be more motivated to make myself some real meals, buuuuut that’s probably not going to be the case.

My favorite place that we visited on the cruise was Rome, and more specifically, the Colosseum. It was unfathomable, being there. Trying to picture life in that time and all the things that happened there was mind-blowing. The entire city of Rome is incredibly historical. Half the time I didn’t know what I was looking at but it was all just so amazing. Visiting the Vatican made me wish that I was more religious because of how beautiful and historical it is. I felt incredibly overwhelmed the entire time that I was on and off the ship, but in the best way possible.

It seems that I am always having issues with the airport, train station, etc when I travel out of the country… This time, it was much easier for me to get back into London at the UK border agency, but that isn’t to say that I didn’t have my fair share of issues getting to and from Barcelona! I almost couldn’t find a cab when I arrived in Barcelona on Saturday night and then this morning the clocks changed on the boat without anyone knowing so I was an hour late to my meeting place to get a bus back to the airport, then had to wait another hour before the bus actually left… But I managed to make it to the airport with almost exactly an hour and a half to spare. Go me!

But, now I’m back to life in London. (How strange is it that “going home” now means going to London? It still amazes me that it has become so ordinary to me) I ran all kinds of errands right when I got home and am now ridiculously exhausted at 8pm. Little did I know, I was coming home to a hurricane tomorrow… I’ll be walking to class in 80mph winds. Wish me luck!


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