I know, I know it has been too long. But, you have to understand that I was in Italy last week and I have punished myself to no more motivational red wine til Friday so I could detox. So here I am Friday night, (well really it is just 5pm); but it is dark outside and it is Friday, drinking my first glass of red wine since leaving Italy, and having the motivation to blog.
Oh, where to begin?
My friend *Samantha (Sam) came to see me and had arrived on Thursday Oct. 20. She too has recently gone through a separation and was looking for a chance to get away from it all. (I know you are all thinking two crazy girls out in Italy), but I will tell you now just in case you want to stop reading there is no dirty details to tell, just a lot of late nights!
The day of Sam's arrival had us going for drinks and a bite to eat at one of the pub's I have began to frequent. We sat in the corner by the fire and talked and had a few beers. For some reason though we decided to move up closer to the bar, and well that was the end to our tame night. I am pretty sure I went to bed at 4am, waking up at 615 to go to work.
I survived the day at work, I only had the students til noon, so it wasn't too bad. That night Sam and I took the train to London. Picture this, two girls with suitcases way to full, lugging these heavy things up 3 flights of stairs in heels. Oh what a laugh and sight we must have been, (and it was only the beginning). We found our hotel for the night, a cute room that we could reach wall to wall if we were standing beside one another with our arms out. We dropped our stuff and went to get a bite to eat, guess what we had? Wait for it.... Italian! I know we were going to Italy but pasta and pizza are really my favourite. An early night for us, as I still was only running on about 2 hours of sleep.
In the morning we boarded the train, the first leg and only the first leg of the journey was in first class. So nice, breakfast was brought to us, coffee and tea. It was quite pleasant. It was a shame that all the other train rides were in what is called 2nd class. The rest of the train experiences were just not as lush as this one. We switched trains in Paris, I saw the outside of the train station for literally two seconds and that is it. Don't worry it is on my list of places to go.
Our first night was to be in Zurich, Switzerland. Not a place that was on my list of places to go, but it was on our Itinerary, and to be honest I hope to go back now. About an hour and half before arriving in Zurich we decided to have a drink, okay a couple. This made us both feel pretty good. The hotel we were staying in just happened to be across the street from the train station. When entering the hotel we were greeted with hot towels and a glass of champagne. (Seriously!) The girl at the front desk was gracious enough to make reservations at a place for a traditional Swiss Fondue, and of course a place for us to go to after. So we did exactly that. The fondue was fabulous. A bottle of wine, melted cheese with bread and potatoes, (really, what more can a girl ask for?) We hit a bar afterwards where we spent 15 Swiss Franks on a drink, way too expensive. We managed to spend all the money that we had exchanged though. It seemed easier just to spend it then to have to exchange it the next day. We met a few more travellers, and the hotel girl was there with some of her friends. So all in all it turned into a pretty good night/morning. Too be honest, I am glad I didn't have to drive the next day. After shopping in the train station, spending money on things that I "soooo needed" we boarded the next train going to Venice, Italy.
I am already tired and I haven't even got to Italy. You are probably tired of reading too. I am going to end it here and add more later. I don't want to lose you to boredom.
*please note, some names may have been or will be changed in the blog to protect those who are innocent!
