Interrailing part 1. Oh my dear Italy
so this is my first letter of this series, that have yet to be written, to you. As I’m writing this I am actually sitting on my appartment floor eating a delicious piece of pizza with the best mozzarella ever. Seriously, they throw loads of it on every single pizza. I don’t mind.
In about an hour we’ll be exploring Rome on a bike for a sunset tour. Veerle and I are both very excited to see Rome through the eyes of a local. Rome has been great so far and so have the colorful streets of Bologna and the little canals in Venice. Frankfurt wasn’t our favorite city, but hey, not everything is what you hope it to be. Friday night we’ll be taking a 9 hour boat to Greece, which will be an adventure since we don’t have a bed or seats for that matter. But we’ve already survived a long train ride with sleeping on the floor and weird police interruptions (aka them waking you up by putting a flashlight in your face). So I think we’ll be fine. I’m excited for Greece since it’ll be the place where we can relax the most (and I’ve always wanted to go to Greece!!) because the first four days have definitely been kind of hectic, with a little chaos, missing trains and a lack of sleep.
They say that Rome really has a way to catch your heart, and for me the city definitely has done just that. My favorite moment was sitting on the Spanish steps at sunset and singing and listening to the music that a guy next to us was playing on his guitar. That really gave me that holiday feeling, of having no care in the world for that exact moment. Last night we danced the night away in a very, very (and I mean very) fancy club called Shari Vari. Recommended by this cute, but also kind of special girl we met at a bar in the cutest most romantic area of Rome called Trastevere. We both got roses from people we don’t even know, which is adorable, just because.
And oh, I obviously threw 2 coins into the Trevi fountain. They say that if you do, you’ll one day find the love of your life and return to Rome. You might think of it as just a stupid superstition, but I enjoy the idea of it.
Traveling around with Veerle has been a delight so far. We’re very well adjusted to each other and there have not been any problems. I enjoy discovering Europe with her, but we do miss you as well. The thought that you and Veerle will be gone for about half a year in September pops up in my head every now and then, and I still have to kind of get used to it. For now I’ll definitely will be seeing you again in august and Veerle is probably done with me when we return :p. Haha I keep on singing a few songs on repeat, that she must already be sick of.
Promise me you’ll come and have dinner in my new room when you’re back from Spain. I wish you lots and lots of fun and let us know what you’re up to. Love you!
And as they say in Italy,