Less than a week left in Italia, and my job is really grating on my nerves. I love exploring the country, but I'm reallllllly relieved that I won't have to peel anyone's tomatoes or make any more baby bottles or cook and clean for seven people three times a day. A lot of times, this job has been extremely trying, and my dignity has had to be put on hold countless times.
Before getting back to the good old U.S. of A, I'm making a couple pit stops in Paris and Dublin. (Maybe the sight of these two cities on the horizon is why I'm kind of itchin' to get outta here.) In Paris, I bit the bullet and booked a teeny hotel in the business district. I'm pretty sure the Louvre will be closed on my full day there (ugh!) so I might have to scratch it from my list of things to do. But hey- it's Paris. Not like there's nothing else there.
In Dublin, my weeping wallet won over and I booked a hostel in the Temple Bar district on a recommendation. I'm kind of nervous because I'm traveling alone, but not because I'm afraid of getting jumped. My fear is that I won't make any friends and will be the lame kid staying in at night while everyone else goes out to the pubs! Here's hoping my first hostel experience is a good one.
My last day off before my Parisian and Irish adventures is Thursday, and I'm thinking I might do Venice. I haven't decided yet. Though I feel like I could explore for much longer, I do kinda miss the US. Well, I miss being able to understand people. And being able to call and text friends and family. And just basically hanging out with anyone my age!
I've been mingling with bratty 6 year olds and "life-sucks" pre-teens all summer. It's gettin' to me.
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