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Ciao Friends,
I made it! And what an adventure. I have so many storyies to share with you all. First off, I sat next to a golf couch on my flight to chicago, young guy, very nice... I think he was a nervous flier. On my next flight I sat next to an older American wonem who had also flown from Atlanta that morning. Her husband was a teacher and she had a daughter! She was very sweet and we stayed together in the Rome airport for some time, so I was not alone (Mom, you would have loved her).
Now comes the crazy stuff. I landed at 9am and ended up having to wait until 4pm to catch a bus to my hotel. While waiting for teh bus I saw an old highschool friend of mine, Cody Bryson, walk by, we chatted for a while before he left tocatch a train to Milan. When My bus driver finally got there to pick me up I did not recognize the hotel name at first. He pulled right up and said get in, I put your stuff in bus. This took me by surpise and I said no I do not think you are my bus. I then relized I needed on his bus and ran to catchup with him. I told him that I made a mistake and was supposed to be on his bus. He looked at me and said you told me no, you go last. I waited while he loaded up all the other passengers until there was just one seat left in the bus. He then loaded my stuff up and gave me such a look! When I got to the hotel the women behind the desk informed me that the reservation I had was for the night before and they were all booked up. My first thoughts were that I did not want to go back to the airport for the night, but if that be the case than so be it. fortunatly, she was very nice and found me a reservation in another hotel and got me transportaion there. So I get to teh hotel, check in, get in my room and fall asleep at 6 pm. But that is not all, oh no! I had set my alarm for 8am, but my watch beeps every hour, so it beeps at 8, I wake up, see that it is 8 and could not believe I had slept all night! I get completely ready for teh day, make up and all, I go down stairs hand in my key, have the manager call me a taxi to the airport and go out on ther front porch to wait. As I wait I notice that there is a birthday party going on in the cafe next to me, I remember thinking "how odd to have a party at 8am on a monday morning... different traditions I guess". Well I glanced down at my watch again and realized that it said 8pm! Slowly I walk back to the front desk and find the manager once again. Sheepishly I asked if is was 8pm... turns out it really was. I asked for my room key back, canceled the taxi, went right up stairs and went back to bed! If ever before there was a stupid American moment... I just beat it. The next morning the wonem at the front deskspoke no english so I had to figureout how to asker to call me a taxi... another embarassing moment of gestures and confusion. At last, I made it to the safety of teh ISA progam officals, was taken to my Italian apartment, intoduced to the girls I will be living with and everything iswonderful, beautiful, and amazing!
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