…a brief glance…

Well, that totally sucked. I just spent the last hour blogging and I lost it all! GRRRR!!! I am so annoyed.

Let’s see if I can remember what I had so eloquently put in the other one.

Here I am in Rome. It’s AWESOME. I love this place. I love the scenery and I cannot wait to see more.

Paloma, Julien, Anton and I ended up at the pub we went to previously. Lorena, do you remember the one we went to on Friday night? That one. We had a few drinks before heading back where we said our goodbyes. Our numbers were dwindling and it was obvious.

Only hours before I had said my goodbye to Isabelle, whom like Cristina had been with me since I first arrived. It was like saying goodbye to family. However I am confident that we will see each other again, if not in Paris, definitely in Sydney. Right Isabelle? I’ll wait for you and Ludavic.

Getting back to my room that night I wassomewhat nostalgic. This room that I had made into my own the last weeks, have become HOME. As close to it as I was going to get. It had been transformed from a scary small room, to mine.

At 3:45am I stood at the door and let my eyes take one last glance. From the study table where my momentos from home lived, my pictures tacked up, to the lumpy, squeeky, suspiciously unchanged bed, (well it has been changed, but the frequency remains suspicious) to the bookcase I had filled up with my toiletries, kitchen stuff and what not, to the washer basin and mirror that was too high to ever really see the extent of how badly you looked in the morning. Not to mention the suspicious hole that was directly above it. One’s mind could do wonders. But anyways…

At 4:00am my Mini cab arrived promptly and I made it to Victoria in plenty of time for my 4:30am Gatwick Express. After the formalities at Gatwick I waited patiently for my plane excited at the prospect of going to Rome. Wow! Excited didn’t even come close.

Without any sleep from the night before, it doesn’t need to be said that I passed out completely the moment I sat down on the plane. The old couple beside me were quite amused that I had managed to sleep through the chaos of the children around us.

When I arrived I was met by Grace’s cousin Kuya Ferdie (another one), and not long after Annie and co arrived. After a long train ride home, and a trek uphill to the flat, we basically collapsed into a heap at the flat. Some of us, not mentioning any names *aherm* passed out till the following day. And it wasn’t me. We had Pizza for dinner. Welcome to Italy!

We rose early the next morning and left early, excited for the day ahead. But first there was their trip to Greece to arrange, and unfortunately because of the frequency and length of travel to Greece, they had to leave a day early. So once all that was sqaured away we did our very own version of SPEED TOURING. Since they had to leave the following morning.

The day was awesome despite the rushing around. I loved being with them. It reminded me of the weekend away trips with my friends. Jeanette and I will always have that Espresso shot and ‘only only only’ to bond us for life.

First we went to the Vatican, and unfortunately the Pope wasn’t around. I guess he didn’t get my e-mail to meet us. Or at least wave from the window. From there we went to Piazza Navona, we tried the Sistine Chapel but it was closed by the time we got there. We then went to the Trevi Fountain, and as promised I threw 3 coins in. From the Trevi I think we went to the Pantheon. It was after the Gelato for sure but I’m not sure if that was after the Trevi. =) At the Pantheon Annie, Jeanette and I experienced another fit of the giggles. We pretty much decided we were a bad combo that way. Though to our defense, it’s not our fault we see amusing things all at the same time. After the Pantheon, we went to the Spanish Steps, where we lost Dan. We didn’t realise he was exactly where Annie and Jeanette had left him behind the steps. We attempted to make it to the Colloseum, but when we got there it started pouring and the sky was darkening. So after a few photos, a couple of more laughs we headed for Kuya Ferdie’s for dinner. His wife Ate Len Len was extremely nice, and at the risk of making Ate Grace jealous, Arin is soooo cute. He has the roundest cheeks. It was getting late and we still had a long way home so at 10:30 we headed home. Caught the tram, then the train, then we had to change trains, at midnight we literally crawled uphill and then collapsed when we arrived home. Unfortunately for them, they were leaving early the next day, so they crashed as soon as they got there.

Saying goodbye was sad, even if we had only spent a couple of days together. I guess they were a piece of home I wasn’t so ready to let go off just yet. But…cest la vie. (oops wrong country) After they left the house was like a tomb. It was so quiet.

I did a little grocery shopping, then familarized myself with my immediate surroundings.

This morning I cleaned up a little and did my washing before heading over to the centre to do some local exploring. Tomorrow I want to hop on a tour bus and perhaps do the Colloseum all day on Monday. The possibilities are endless…after all I am in Roma.

I am uncertain as to how long I’ll be here before heading back to London. We’ll see. Cristina called me the other night and she is returning to Florence this weekend so hopefully we can meet up somewhere and catch up soon.

Anyways…best go see the outside world. Take care…

Love lots…. MUWAHHHH!!!