Life as a Trainhopper

11:24 PM, GMT+1

I don't even know if that's a word, but I think it describes me pretty well. At least after I got yelled at by the Trenitalia Nazi for not marking down a usage on my Eurail pass on the way back from Venice.

Ah, Venice. Beautiful city filled with the sweet smell of dirty canal water, gondoleers making obscene gestures at each other and laughing while dumb tourists take pictures, 60-year-old brides, private, tiny wineries, and more gelato than I could fill my happy little stomach with.

I'm not going to go into detail of what I saw, but rather what I experienced. Everyone has a general idea of what the place looks like. If you don't, I have pictures that will give you one.

Brittany took a train to Milan early Friday morning, and from there, we took a nice, uneventful ride to Venezia (veh-NET-see-ah. I keep pronouncing it wrong).

It was gorgous, and we spent most of our time doing what couples do in Venice. That's right- eating. We ate and ate and ate. Pizza, chocolate, gelato, nothing was safe from our ravenous hunger.

The hostel we stayed in was outside of the city. It was cheap, and it was a youth hostel. It was quite an experience. We had to deal with grumpy bus men and obnoxious Australians on a daily basis.

Coming back was a downer. Not only did I get yelled at by Hitler's granddaughter for not marking the trip on my Eurail pass (why wouldn't they just do it? Wouldn't that save them the trouble? Idiots), but I had to say goodbye to Brittany and see her off at the train station. I said goodbye painfully, then it was back home to play some calcio to try to get some of that delicious gelato out of my system. I started getting mildly sick, and not only that, I had a shitty game. I doubt they're related, though.

In other news, classes have started this week, as did work. As far as my classes go... I hate my Post-Industrial Business in Milan class. My teacher pretty much changes class days and times whenever she feels like it. That includes moving some to Saturdays. Is nothing sacred?!

Work was fun. It was interesting to deal with tiny tots during Monopoly. Eh, I'll turn them into cutthroat American businessmen before my time is up, though.

Oh. And I've been asked to play in a 5-on-5 Calcio tournament with the Italians in Tuscany this weekend. I dunno what that means- maybe there's a Destroy-The-American division.

Pictures to come.