Memories from Europe in 2002!

Forget my musings on my future.... let's look at my past! I have a very special treat for you readers (all two of you? Come on kids! Comment! Let me know you're there!!)

My task for the last month or so has been to transcribe my journals. Juicy stuff to be sure. I currently have arrived to a section written in 2002 which details my FIRST expatriot adventure! In 2002, I took a trip to Europe (Italy and France) with some people from my high school and took my journal with me. I have only transcribed a few days into the trip, and I'm willing to share it on the interwebs.

Prepare yourselves! So begin the musings of a 17 year old female wanderlust!:

Thur. June 6, 2002

3:52 p.m. approx

I thought I'd write before we change time zones. Chicago was aight.

Right now, we're on a huge German plane and I'm listening to a hot German guy sing. Before it was No Doubt w/ Hey Baby. I was rockin' out. Now it's No Angels. There are some super HOT German fight attendents on this plane. Now there is a dude speaking German on the plane intercom. I can't understand a word.

Okay now he's in English. This plane is freakin' huge. It's like the ones on T.V. and in the movies. 4 in the middle 3 on each side. The radio stations are rockin.

Peace out for now.



Fri June 7, 2002

12:57 a.m. Germantime.

Aif Saldin is a German singer dude to check out.

Dinner is soon. The music has started repeating. See you later, I guess

8:53 a.m.

I'm in a whole 'nother country. It's freakin' weird. Germany's airport is so different from Chicago. For one, they only have coffee, little sandwiches + chocolate. Not like in America where you turn around and see twenty thousand MickeyD's.

Also, it's quiet and doesn't have sales tax.

I took pics of the hot flight attendents. My favorite part of the ride was the music you can plug into.

Anyway, I'm gonna get back to educating myself by reading the papers I've picked up.

-D

12:58 a.m.

I've come to the conclusion that Italy is beautiful and so are her men!!!

André busdriver Aledrexia - some lady, Albert - tour guide. All A's.

I nodded on and off on the plane from Frankfurt to here. Looking out the plane was breathtaking. Everything is so old and grand. I love the red shingled rooves. The fields are so quaint. The hills are so weird. I like this place a lot. We're heading to the hotel now, which will be nice.

Knowing Spanish helps with Italian. The buildings and architecture are freakishly cool.

Rome is the eternal city.

4 Levels. 1) Antique - Forum - Col

2) Constantine leaves -> Medeival Rome 1000 yrs.

3) Pope Baroque - Basilica -> St. Petersburg

4) Mussolini

There's a horse in someone's yard. I've seen a dance club, a ferris wheel, a hot guy on a motorcycle. Girls in flowing skirts, parasol pine trees, tiny cars.

It blows my mind to be in a whole other country. I wanna move here.

A wall by Marcus Aurelius - 25 miles longs.

There's so much to see + do.

The Roman bathhouses.

For traffic, it seems, anything goes.

St. John the latterine.

The Pope is in this town.

graffiti problem.

It's kinda wet: ppl w/ umbrellas.

gotta go w/ suitcases.

9:24 p.m.

Well, today has been a very interesting day. We saw the Colleseum, the Forum and ate @ La Mimosa.

It's really weird to think that I was within feet of where Caesar as killed! We crossed the street and didn't die.

The Italians must have a death wish judging from how they drive! I would hate to take driver's Ed. here, although I guess it prepares you for anything. Their motto is 'No Fear,' cuz they really aren't afraid!

It's really weird to be in a different country. We're so used to people bowing down to Americans. Yet, here they are, with their Italian flags flying high, not bending to the Americans, as well they shouldn't.

But it would be nice if we could get off our high horses and see our neighbors in the world.

I want to fit in here, and not look like an American, but it's hard when you're with a tour group. Oh well.

I better get to bed. Had a big Italian-style dinner and need some Z's!

-D

Well, kids, I hope you enjoyed that look into my journal from 8 years ago! Ha cha cha! Leave me a comment on the blog and let me know what you thought. Next entry details MY FIRST KISS! Bow chicka wow wow! Oh man, I'm not sure I should be posting this. Oh, well! Gotta keep my readers entertained, right?! ;) Peace out!