Right peeps, another epic on its way, as I haven’t written for a few days as I have been in ROME!!!!!
Well I will start on Thursday night. Got home and I was absolutely fooked I couldn’t be arsed packing, or cooking or eating, all I wanted to do was to sleep but I had too many things to be doing to be sleeping. Anyway Sonia was home, and she had broken up with Luís. I honestly thought it was for good this time, but I was so wrong (more about that later) so we chatted for ages and by ten I had still not eaten although I was starving so I made myself some rice thing that was dead quick. Then sat down instead of washing up or packing! Anyway Sonia went to bed, and there is a really good series on in Spain at the moment about a family in the 70’s. Anyway, thought I would watch that and then go pack-WRONG! I actually fell asleep and didn’t wake up til 2 in the morning, still unpacked and still not washed the pots L had to drag myself up, got packed and cleaned and everything, all I needed to do was put the last bits in like hair straighteners and toothbrush. This was at five in the morning when I had finished, and for some reason yet again I fell to sleep (narcolepsy) I didn’t end up waking up til half 7 and my flight was at 12:10, but I needed to get from my house to the train station, then from the train station to Valencia, which depending on which train you get it 1 hour- 1 ½ hours then its about half an hour on the bus from the train station in Valencia to the airport. So the check-in opened at 10 and closes forty minutes before your flight so that was 11:30 at the latest I should have got there.
Anyway, there were 3 possible trains I could have got. The 8:20 would have got me to the airport (including bus ride) for 10 when the check in opened. The next one 8:55 would have got me to the airport for half ten, and then I would have had time to wander round the shops and smoke, get something to eat, as I clearly didn’t have time for breakfast, etc. and the last one was 9:20 which would have got me to Valencia train station for half ten, but then I would still need to get the bus, but they are every half hour so I would be cutting it fine. Well I ended up defo missing the first train, so I managed to get ready in time for the middle train, which really was the best one as then I didn’t have too much time to wait in between check-in and boarding. So I phoned a taxi and then waited, it ended up coming when I had 10 minutes spare to get the middle train, and the train station is at least 15 mins away in a taxi without traffic. Fooking great, but for some reason I still thought I could do it, but no! I ended up having to get the 9:20 one, but we didn’t get into Valencia until 10:40, bearing in mind my check in closed at half 11. I ended up having to get a taxi. The taxi actually wasn’t too bad it only took 15 mins so he was a pretty decent taxi driver and we was having a good old little chat, so we were.
Anyway, gets to my check-in at 11:10 and the queue was absolutely huge, although it was full of Italian and Spanish men, so I wasn’t too bothered, it was just good to see the two nations coming together as one, and then an English girl as well! ;-) Also, Vueling Airlines check in desks are right next to Ryanair and I saw the absolutely most gorgeous boy I have ever seen in my life. And he was well staring at me as well. I fly with them when I go to Paris so hopefully he will be on. And I’m gonna ask him if he is coming with us as well! And if he says no I’ll be like well you know where I am and then wink. I know that sounds gay, and I don’t mean to say or do stuff like that, it just comes out! Lol!
Anyway I didn’t end up checking in until 11:45! And my suitcase was 5kg over but the man said he would make me a discount because I was beautiful so I only had to pay for two. I wouldn’t mind but with Ryanair you are only allowed 15kg so I don’t think 20 kg for 4 days is too bad… I think it was my shoes and toiletries. I’m sorry but I don’t have children or a boyfriend so I need something to fill the void in my life, and it is shoes and handbags! Anyway because we checked in late the flight was late, I arrived an hour later than planned. Pauli was there to meet me! That bit was mint as I hate flying on my own as people always look at you as if you are a billy no mates going on holiday on your own, so when they see me get picked up I don’t feel as much like a loser.
Rome what can I say? I absolutely loved it, although I tried not to as my mother went like three years ago and that is all she has talked about non-stop and how great it was so I wanted to play it down a bit, but no way can I. I think it was all the better with it being Paul who was there as he has lived there for five months now and has done the whole tour thing like 3 times before so he knows exactly what he is doing and what he is talking about, so it was like getting my own very private tour guide. The Friday we didn’t do much since my plane arrived late. By the time we got from Ciampino to his neighbourhood, we had to go shopping and then get something to eat, have showers and get ready to go out, etc.
So knowing what Spain is like for getting dressed up and going out (not!) I wore my skinny jeans and my t-shirt with round-toed heels-big mistake!
1) Italy is made out of cobbled streets and even though my heels were not stiletto, and quite thick they still continued to get stuck in between the cobbles so I just felt so embarrassed all the time and people were clearly laughing at me as I had to get Paul to help me lift out my shoes as there was no way I could do it myself-they were stuck fast!
2) No one at all was wearing heels. We ended up meeting one of Paul’s friends and they were all wearing jumpers and winter woollies and trainers to go drinking ;-( So I felt like a slapper especially since no one was dressed up and no one really does dress up to go out drinking, even though I wasn’t wearing anything revealing it was a t-shirt that came up to my neck.
That’s another thing about Italy as well. You really have to watch what you wear as bearing flesh is really frowned upon and really offensive to the Italians, it seriously is a bit like being stuck in the olden days, with Mussolini still at the helm of power, as still women are quite unequal and they are exceptionally racist, (although they love their black gangsta rap, which to me is a bit hypocritical) So really if you go to Italy-DO NOT BARE FLESH!!!!!
Anyway the night was pretty much quiet, although we did end up meeting a friend of ours who studies Italian with us, she is from Murcia so was speaking Spanish to her all night-instead of practicing my Italian (“~) My Italian is actually quite bad, I really struggled in Rome, so I need to start revising all of that again as I haven’t spoken Italian since like may or June time, and I only have five weeks before I leave (or fall to pieces, lets see shall we!) so it really isn’t a lot of time, Paul said I will pick it up once I get here but I’m not so sure.
Anyway, on the Saturday we had to get up early (yawn (``.)zZzZ) although Saturday was absolutely mint! We went to the coliseum. It doesn’t actually look all the big from the outside, but man alive! It is fooking huge! And it was used for naval battles as well as for fighting with animals or other gladiators. It could have seated up to something like 6000 people. And the further up your seat the lower down your social class, and the women sat in separate sections to the men and the games were completely free for any citizen! Once inside it is absolutely huge. I am actually amazed that something that was built not that long after Jesus was born (well in like 600 AD, but in the timescale of life, that is absolutely nothing) is still standing today, and you really can imagine all the things that took place. Who knew Roman ruins could be so exciting?! AND, best of all, we managed to get a Japanese tourist to take mine and Paul’s photo! I fooking love them guys, all click happy with their cameras like me! Then we went to the Pantheon, which is like the oldest church in Rome that was built around the same time as the coliseum. There is something like special about the dome that its diameter is exactly the same as the width of the building, thus being able to fit a perfect sphere inside with millimetres to spare (whoever works this out is a geek!) Also there is a hole in the roof as that was meant to bring them closer to the Roman gods (not Greek you stupid American twat flap, piss featured bitch! Slag whore slut cunt, you vaginal blood bubble melanoma horror-inducing-just by looking at your face you think you are so cultured but you are not cos mummy and daddy pays for everything, get a proper education and stop being a pussy arsed THICK BITCH! We are in Rome-which incidentally in case you didn’t know is in Italy, why on earth would they prey to greek gods or whatever, as you put it, exactly word for word. Do you not realise Greece is a separate country you evil whore slut? You whore faced bitch)(as you can see, I’m not a fan of the Americans, in fact I lost my temper several times with them over the weekend, who on earth do they think they are, and they have the shittest accent in the world %&$#* Sorry I’m going to continue this later as I am so angry, I need to go smoke!
Anyway, after that we went to the Spanish steps and the Trevi fountain. I threw a coin in so hopefully I will return to Rome and my wish will come true, I can’t tell you what it is as then it won’t come true!
There are shit loads of steps in Rome so my legs are absolutely killing me! I suppose since I am now smoking 20 a day it helps with exercise. Also it is illegal to smoke in public places in Italy so I’m a bit fooked, but I think that it is better as it might help me to stop, and they are more expensive than Spain and since I’m not working I won’t be able to afford them as readily as Spain.
On the Sunday (this is the best part!) I saw the Pope! Even though I’m not Catholic that is pretty amazing. You can’t really see on the photos as he was quite far away and my zoom didn’t zoom that far. We went into the Vatican and climbed all the way to the top. It was really disorientating though just a continuous spiral without an end I got dizzy and a bit nauseas; it was even worse coming down the stairs as I have a fear of walking down stairs! We also went to the tombs of the Popes. They have to have three security guards guarding John Paul II tomb, as everyone loved him so much they all wanna touch it and kiss it and lie down and sleep on it and stuff. And we went to the tomb of the Unknown Soldier and they have Swiss guards who are supposed to be like the queen’s guards and never move, but one (who by the way was fit as fook!) was flirting away with me!
On the Monday we went to the Vatican museums. That was pretty cool as well as I got to see the Sistine chapel. You are not supposed to take pictures, but I took the flash off my camera and there were only two guards and everyone was taking pictures and they were powerless to do anything as there was more of them than us!
And the men in Italy are seriously the fittest I have ever seen in my life! And they was all flirting, of course I only went for the security guards or the police ;-) Paul was so ashamed of me, especially since everyone thought we was boyfriend and girlfriend and they didn’t give a tiny’s as to his feelings, so that has made me wanna live in Italy, purely for the men!
Also Rome is full of Romanian gypsies. They are a horrible horrible race of people-seriously. They pickpocket tourists. I held my bag on my front like a baby on the met and kept hold of the zip walking round. I even saw someone get pick-pocketed but you can’t say anything as the mafia controls the gypsies and if you say anything then you have problems, so me and Paul had to sit there and watch people get pick-pocketed. I felt so guilty and I still do. And the Romanian gypsies really do not give a shit about their kids-at all. They only have children for financial gain. They teach them to steal so when they are still under the legal age to prosecute they know that police can’t do anything. And when they are over the legal age, they will prostitute them out. Either that or when they are really young children they will sell their children to the mafia who then in turn sell the children to paedophiles. They really are horrible little people. Headscarves and long gypsy clothes, ergh. When I was first on the met, two of them got on behind me so Paul was like watch your bag. So I was there grabbing it and I could feel them pushing around behind me bumping into me. Paul said they pretend it is busy so that they have to bang into you and then while they bang into you their hands are in your pockets. So they probably had their hands in my pockets but I didn’t feel a thing, which is the scary part, they are that good you cant feel their hands in the pockets of a thin jacket. Anyway all I had in my pockets were snotty tissues and sweet wrappers from the plane. No way would I let them take my bag, dirty thieving scum- get a real job. We are going to get this in England now Romania has become part of the EU so people watch out.
I didn’t feel sad to leave Paul this time as he only has 10 days left so its not that bad, although he has had such a terrible time there and he never phoned me once or complained he just got on with it. And his house really isn’t that nice. The bath was black when it should have been white and his house is damp and dark and he pays 400 euros. But he said it is really difficult to find anywhere to live in Rome if you are a boy as everyone wants girls and all the other one’s he saw were the same or worse but more expensive and further out from the city centre so that was the best out of the lot that he had seen. Poor Paul, I hope Germany is a lot better for him. But I think he is amazing he has got on with it and still gone out and done stuff every weekend, so well done to him. And despite the house I had a really good time in Rome. Leona really needs to go out of her way in Paris for me as Paul showed me the Pope! She needs to top that. She told me she will propose to me on the top of the Eiffel Tower on Friday night. Dirty lezza!
Also When I came home on the Sunday night Luís was there. I’ve given up. I really have. I only have 5 weeks left to put up with it I suppose L
Anyway offski’s now as I need to prepare for Paris!!!
Random word of the day: Tragasable= Sword swallower
Total word count for the day: 2912 ( I promise the entries for Paris will be a lot shorter as Leona has a computer, so hopefully I will be able to do it daily, and I will try to put photos on there too!)
Well I will start on Thursday night. Got home and I was absolutely fooked I couldn’t be arsed packing, or cooking or eating, all I wanted to do was to sleep but I had too many things to be doing to be sleeping. Anyway Sonia was home, and she had broken up with Luís. I honestly thought it was for good this time, but I was so wrong (more about that later) so we chatted for ages and by ten I had still not eaten although I was starving so I made myself some rice thing that was dead quick. Then sat down instead of washing up or packing! Anyway Sonia went to bed, and there is a really good series on in Spain at the moment about a family in the 70’s. Anyway, thought I would watch that and then go pack-WRONG! I actually fell asleep and didn’t wake up til 2 in the morning, still unpacked and still not washed the pots L had to drag myself up, got packed and cleaned and everything, all I needed to do was put the last bits in like hair straighteners and toothbrush. This was at five in the morning when I had finished, and for some reason yet again I fell to sleep (narcolepsy) I didn’t end up waking up til half 7 and my flight was at 12:10, but I needed to get from my house to the train station, then from the train station to Valencia, which depending on which train you get it 1 hour- 1 ½ hours then its about half an hour on the bus from the train station in Valencia to the airport. So the check-in opened at 10 and closes forty minutes before your flight so that was 11:30 at the latest I should have got there.
Anyway, there were 3 possible trains I could have got. The 8:20 would have got me to the airport (including bus ride) for 10 when the check in opened. The next one 8:55 would have got me to the airport for half ten, and then I would have had time to wander round the shops and smoke, get something to eat, as I clearly didn’t have time for breakfast, etc. and the last one was 9:20 which would have got me to Valencia train station for half ten, but then I would still need to get the bus, but they are every half hour so I would be cutting it fine. Well I ended up defo missing the first train, so I managed to get ready in time for the middle train, which really was the best one as then I didn’t have too much time to wait in between check-in and boarding. So I phoned a taxi and then waited, it ended up coming when I had 10 minutes spare to get the middle train, and the train station is at least 15 mins away in a taxi without traffic. Fooking great, but for some reason I still thought I could do it, but no! I ended up having to get the 9:20 one, but we didn’t get into Valencia until 10:40, bearing in mind my check in closed at half 11. I ended up having to get a taxi. The taxi actually wasn’t too bad it only took 15 mins so he was a pretty decent taxi driver and we was having a good old little chat, so we were.
Anyway, gets to my check-in at 11:10 and the queue was absolutely huge, although it was full of Italian and Spanish men, so I wasn’t too bothered, it was just good to see the two nations coming together as one, and then an English girl as well! ;-) Also, Vueling Airlines check in desks are right next to Ryanair and I saw the absolutely most gorgeous boy I have ever seen in my life. And he was well staring at me as well. I fly with them when I go to Paris so hopefully he will be on. And I’m gonna ask him if he is coming with us as well! And if he says no I’ll be like well you know where I am and then wink. I know that sounds gay, and I don’t mean to say or do stuff like that, it just comes out! Lol!
Anyway I didn’t end up checking in until 11:45! And my suitcase was 5kg over but the man said he would make me a discount because I was beautiful so I only had to pay for two. I wouldn’t mind but with Ryanair you are only allowed 15kg so I don’t think 20 kg for 4 days is too bad… I think it was my shoes and toiletries. I’m sorry but I don’t have children or a boyfriend so I need something to fill the void in my life, and it is shoes and handbags! Anyway because we checked in late the flight was late, I arrived an hour later than planned. Pauli was there to meet me! That bit was mint as I hate flying on my own as people always look at you as if you are a billy no mates going on holiday on your own, so when they see me get picked up I don’t feel as much like a loser.
Rome what can I say? I absolutely loved it, although I tried not to as my mother went like three years ago and that is all she has talked about non-stop and how great it was so I wanted to play it down a bit, but no way can I. I think it was all the better with it being Paul who was there as he has lived there for five months now and has done the whole tour thing like 3 times before so he knows exactly what he is doing and what he is talking about, so it was like getting my own very private tour guide. The Friday we didn’t do much since my plane arrived late. By the time we got from Ciampino to his neighbourhood, we had to go shopping and then get something to eat, have showers and get ready to go out, etc.
So knowing what Spain is like for getting dressed up and going out (not!) I wore my skinny jeans and my t-shirt with round-toed heels-big mistake!
1) Italy is made out of cobbled streets and even though my heels were not stiletto, and quite thick they still continued to get stuck in between the cobbles so I just felt so embarrassed all the time and people were clearly laughing at me as I had to get Paul to help me lift out my shoes as there was no way I could do it myself-they were stuck fast!
2) No one at all was wearing heels. We ended up meeting one of Paul’s friends and they were all wearing jumpers and winter woollies and trainers to go drinking ;-( So I felt like a slapper especially since no one was dressed up and no one really does dress up to go out drinking, even though I wasn’t wearing anything revealing it was a t-shirt that came up to my neck.
That’s another thing about Italy as well. You really have to watch what you wear as bearing flesh is really frowned upon and really offensive to the Italians, it seriously is a bit like being stuck in the olden days, with Mussolini still at the helm of power, as still women are quite unequal and they are exceptionally racist, (although they love their black gangsta rap, which to me is a bit hypocritical) So really if you go to Italy-DO NOT BARE FLESH!!!!!
Anyway the night was pretty much quiet, although we did end up meeting a friend of ours who studies Italian with us, she is from Murcia so was speaking Spanish to her all night-instead of practicing my Italian (“~) My Italian is actually quite bad, I really struggled in Rome, so I need to start revising all of that again as I haven’t spoken Italian since like may or June time, and I only have five weeks before I leave (or fall to pieces, lets see shall we!) so it really isn’t a lot of time, Paul said I will pick it up once I get here but I’m not so sure.
Anyway, on the Saturday we had to get up early (yawn (``.)zZzZ) although Saturday was absolutely mint! We went to the coliseum. It doesn’t actually look all the big from the outside, but man alive! It is fooking huge! And it was used for naval battles as well as for fighting with animals or other gladiators. It could have seated up to something like 6000 people. And the further up your seat the lower down your social class, and the women sat in separate sections to the men and the games were completely free for any citizen! Once inside it is absolutely huge. I am actually amazed that something that was built not that long after Jesus was born (well in like 600 AD, but in the timescale of life, that is absolutely nothing) is still standing today, and you really can imagine all the things that took place. Who knew Roman ruins could be so exciting?! AND, best of all, we managed to get a Japanese tourist to take mine and Paul’s photo! I fooking love them guys, all click happy with their cameras like me! Then we went to the Pantheon, which is like the oldest church in Rome that was built around the same time as the coliseum. There is something like special about the dome that its diameter is exactly the same as the width of the building, thus being able to fit a perfect sphere inside with millimetres to spare (whoever works this out is a geek!) Also there is a hole in the roof as that was meant to bring them closer to the Roman gods (not Greek you stupid American twat flap, piss featured bitch! Slag whore slut cunt, you vaginal blood bubble melanoma horror-inducing-just by looking at your face you think you are so cultured but you are not cos mummy and daddy pays for everything, get a proper education and stop being a pussy arsed THICK BITCH! We are in Rome-which incidentally in case you didn’t know is in Italy, why on earth would they prey to greek gods or whatever, as you put it, exactly word for word. Do you not realise Greece is a separate country you evil whore slut? You whore faced bitch)(as you can see, I’m not a fan of the Americans, in fact I lost my temper several times with them over the weekend, who on earth do they think they are, and they have the shittest accent in the world %&$#* Sorry I’m going to continue this later as I am so angry, I need to go smoke!
Anyway, after that we went to the Spanish steps and the Trevi fountain. I threw a coin in so hopefully I will return to Rome and my wish will come true, I can’t tell you what it is as then it won’t come true!
There are shit loads of steps in Rome so my legs are absolutely killing me! I suppose since I am now smoking 20 a day it helps with exercise. Also it is illegal to smoke in public places in Italy so I’m a bit fooked, but I think that it is better as it might help me to stop, and they are more expensive than Spain and since I’m not working I won’t be able to afford them as readily as Spain.
On the Sunday (this is the best part!) I saw the Pope! Even though I’m not Catholic that is pretty amazing. You can’t really see on the photos as he was quite far away and my zoom didn’t zoom that far. We went into the Vatican and climbed all the way to the top. It was really disorientating though just a continuous spiral without an end I got dizzy and a bit nauseas; it was even worse coming down the stairs as I have a fear of walking down stairs! We also went to the tombs of the Popes. They have to have three security guards guarding John Paul II tomb, as everyone loved him so much they all wanna touch it and kiss it and lie down and sleep on it and stuff. And we went to the tomb of the Unknown Soldier and they have Swiss guards who are supposed to be like the queen’s guards and never move, but one (who by the way was fit as fook!) was flirting away with me!
On the Monday we went to the Vatican museums. That was pretty cool as well as I got to see the Sistine chapel. You are not supposed to take pictures, but I took the flash off my camera and there were only two guards and everyone was taking pictures and they were powerless to do anything as there was more of them than us!
And the men in Italy are seriously the fittest I have ever seen in my life! And they was all flirting, of course I only went for the security guards or the police ;-) Paul was so ashamed of me, especially since everyone thought we was boyfriend and girlfriend and they didn’t give a tiny’s as to his feelings, so that has made me wanna live in Italy, purely for the men!
Also Rome is full of Romanian gypsies. They are a horrible horrible race of people-seriously. They pickpocket tourists. I held my bag on my front like a baby on the met and kept hold of the zip walking round. I even saw someone get pick-pocketed but you can’t say anything as the mafia controls the gypsies and if you say anything then you have problems, so me and Paul had to sit there and watch people get pick-pocketed. I felt so guilty and I still do. And the Romanian gypsies really do not give a shit about their kids-at all. They only have children for financial gain. They teach them to steal so when they are still under the legal age to prosecute they know that police can’t do anything. And when they are over the legal age, they will prostitute them out. Either that or when they are really young children they will sell their children to the mafia who then in turn sell the children to paedophiles. They really are horrible little people. Headscarves and long gypsy clothes, ergh. When I was first on the met, two of them got on behind me so Paul was like watch your bag. So I was there grabbing it and I could feel them pushing around behind me bumping into me. Paul said they pretend it is busy so that they have to bang into you and then while they bang into you their hands are in your pockets. So they probably had their hands in my pockets but I didn’t feel a thing, which is the scary part, they are that good you cant feel their hands in the pockets of a thin jacket. Anyway all I had in my pockets were snotty tissues and sweet wrappers from the plane. No way would I let them take my bag, dirty thieving scum- get a real job. We are going to get this in England now Romania has become part of the EU so people watch out.
I didn’t feel sad to leave Paul this time as he only has 10 days left so its not that bad, although he has had such a terrible time there and he never phoned me once or complained he just got on with it. And his house really isn’t that nice. The bath was black when it should have been white and his house is damp and dark and he pays 400 euros. But he said it is really difficult to find anywhere to live in Rome if you are a boy as everyone wants girls and all the other one’s he saw were the same or worse but more expensive and further out from the city centre so that was the best out of the lot that he had seen. Poor Paul, I hope Germany is a lot better for him. But I think he is amazing he has got on with it and still gone out and done stuff every weekend, so well done to him. And despite the house I had a really good time in Rome. Leona really needs to go out of her way in Paris for me as Paul showed me the Pope! She needs to top that. She told me she will propose to me on the top of the Eiffel Tower on Friday night. Dirty lezza!
Also When I came home on the Sunday night Luís was there. I’ve given up. I really have. I only have 5 weeks left to put up with it I suppose L
Anyway offski’s now as I need to prepare for Paris!!!
Random word of the day: Tragasable= Sword swallower
Total word count for the day: 2912 ( I promise the entries for Paris will be a lot shorter as Leona has a computer, so hopefully I will be able to do it daily, and I will try to put photos on there too!)
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