So much has gone on since I last posted that I don’t think I will update about every single thing. I left Prague on Friday, I was driven to the airport by the hostel manager, who was an extremely friendly, great English-speaking guy, who loves to travel and has been everywhere. He drives an old car and lives in an old house so that he can spend his money on traveling (with his family, that is). On my flight to Milan, I sat next to a nice, older Canadian woman who had been living outside of Prague teaching. We got to Bergamo airport fine (Bergamo is 50km outside of Milan and takes an hour to reach by bus, but a lot of the cheap airlines fly into it), but when I arrived at Milan Central Train Station, where the bus lets off, the taxi drivers were “on strike” because of the World Cup game, so I actually had to walk to my hotel in the dark. I was so lucky to have only spoken to people who gave me correct directions, so it didn’t take too long, but I arrived sweaty.
The hotel was alright (I had a fan in my room, it got plenty dark, the shower was great), but I didn’t like Milan at all. The duomo was under construction and the men were horrid. (I can explain the full story of that in person, at another time.)
So, I took the train down to Florence, which again, was very simple, took 2hr 45min, and the director of the school picked me up. He, too, was very friendly and spoke English well enough.
I live on the same street as the school, on the third floor, in an apartment that can house 7-8 people, but right now only 4 of us. I love my room, though I wasn’t given a choice, I quickly made it my own. The only downside is that I have to walk through another girl’s room to get to the hallway. We have a washing machine, stove, 2 bathrooms, a fridge, a dining room and table in the kitchen, it’s pretty great!
My roommates are Rosie, 19 from Cambridge, England. She has been here for a month already. This week she will still be with us, next week she is moving to a flat nearby with her boyfriend for one week and then she will leave. Alessia is 23 from Mexico City. She has been here for several months (I think about 3) and is leaving this Saturday. Natasha is 19 from London, she is to be here the same time as I am, but we shall see. Her mom and grandmother came down with her and actually stayed in her room (which is the one I have to walk through) last night, but luckily they are leaving today.
As for me… I am going to be honest here, and I don’t really care what the comments are about it because I know how I feel and what I’ve spoken to my mom about. Traveling by myself was very lonely and horrible and already, I am very drained by that. The other side of it is that I learned a lot, especially that from now on I will travel with other people, among other lessons. So, now I am here and it is significantly better, especially since Rosie and I are spending a lot of time together. But I am hesitant because she is leaving in a week, basically, because she’ll be with her boyfriend. Anyway, I hope to make other friends. The language class is almost brutal. I find the material very easy, I almost resent it after Russian, but the classroom is very hot and 4 hours is a long time every day. I know I did it for summer school for American History, but this might be a bit harder. I am enrolling also in a cooking class 2 days a week and an art class 2 days a week. Those start tomorrow and I am hoping they will improve the situation.
The point here that I am trying to make is that as of right now, I do not know how long I am going to stay. The minimum would be 2 weeks, but that might be all for me. I might not stay the 4. And honestly, for those of you who are my friends and family reading this, I want you to respect whatever decision I make and not judge me because I couldn’t “suck it up” or I am quitting or anything…. I am going to do what I want to do and only what I want to do, and if I decide to stay 4 weeks, then great. If I decide to come home tomorrow, for example, I also hope that you will be supportive of my decision and not ridicule me for it because no offense, many of you would, and that is something I simply do not want to deal with. So, if you are going to leave a comment, please be supportive and not judgemental.
Anyway, there is even so much to do right on the street we live on! There is the internet cafe, which costs 5 euros for 3 hours of access which is on a card, a bar, food, etc. The supermarket is nearby. But, I haven’t even ventured into the city yet and I am going to take my time, considering how I felt when I was traveling alone. If I stay the 4 weeks, I might look into renting a bike, because it might be fun and less walking.
Oh, it gets so hot here! 35-38 degrees, but I don’t know what that is in Farenheit. That is why everyone takes so many classes because no one dares go out midday, so to stay at school (which isn’t air conditioned, but cooler than outside) is better. So the classes I will take would be Italian every day from 9-1, then 2 days a week cooking from 1-3 and the other two days a week art from 4-5, I believe.
Last night, Rosie and I went to the supermarket and bought some stuff, but I atleast need to go again today because that store got out of stock extremely quickly and there wasn’t too much to buy. I made myself pasta last night for dinner, it was ok and I am probably going to do that most days because it’s quick, fun and great.
Alright, that’s it for now. I miss home a lot, you know? But I think, if I was at home, what would I do? I would be bored until the internship starts, so believe me, I am going to try to enjoy my time here as much as possible. However, I will never try to hide or deny my feelings and I will always follow my heart.




Hi Alicia,
You have been through a tough time and now you have to do whatever it takes to feel good. If you want to come home anytime you can. Do not torture yourself. Obviously anyone in your shoes the first week would feel lonely and vulnerable. Pamper yourself and do what you want.
I support you 100% and you know it.
Love,
Mom
Comment by Joyce — July 3, 2006 @ 9:16 pm
Hey!
Were the men in Milan typical sleazy Italian men? Did they offer you a bouquet of roses for an hour of fun time? Kekeke. Darn Italian men. So inappropriate.
And ewww, I think 38 degrees C is like over 100 F. I think it was almost that hot when we were in Florence. That’s mostly what I remember, how hot and sweaty and gross we all were.
2 weeks is still plenty of time for you to see and do what you need to! If you end up staying longer, so be it. But I hope you enjoy your time there, no matter what. That’s cool if you need to come home early, that’s still like 3 weeks that you spent there.
My best suggestion for you right now is to go to a pub and watch the Italy World Cup game tomorrow (July 4; happy Independence Day!). You know that’ll be absolutely insane, and probably an awesome crowd of people! From what I see online, the game starts at 9PM, though I’m not sure if that’s US Pacific or Europe time. So I guess it’d make sense if it was noon your time.
Have fun!
Comment by Brittany-Jane — July 4, 2006 @ 12:12 am
Hopefully the men and the climate has improved since then
Comment by Randall Wall — December 27, 2006 @ 12:42 am
Make sure you make the most out of your life and dont forget that the ones you love support you and even though you feel home sick your putting yourself down and not enjoying your life home will always be their but will your memories.
Comment by Marios Loizou — December 31, 2006 @ 7:11 pm
Fully agree with you.
Comment by Axel — January 18, 2007 @ 5:55 pm
I can’t stand sitting in classromms either. good luck!
Comment by Liquid Server — January 20, 2007 @ 8:27 pm
nice blog.. keep up the good work
Comment by Duncan Wierman — February 7, 2007 @ 8:22 am
Intresting blog post. Sorry to hear you might not be having a good as time as you should, but you shouldn’t worry what other people say about your actions because at the end of the day you should do what makes you the happiest no matter what anyone else thinks.
Comment by ST — February 26, 2007 @ 5:43 pm
Nice to hear about Italy – I wish I could be there (maybe when it’s not so warm!!)
Comment by SC - The Secret — March 8, 2007 @ 3:38 am
interesting stuff keep posting.
Comment by bath vader — March 15, 2007 @ 1:08 pm
Not all Italian men are sleazy (Brittany-Jane) for I am very polite and a real gentleman! LOL!
Comment by Serge — March 21, 2007 @ 5:00 pm
updates on this?
Comment by Ged Book — April 6, 2007 @ 6:56 am
Go Girl do your own thing. You’ll find happinness. keep us up to date, em x
Comment by Website designers — April 9, 2007 @ 9:44 pm
Thank you, very nice post. Look forward to new ones.
Comment by mp3 indir — April 15, 2007 @ 3:39 pm
Any recent updates. would like to know how you feel now?
leanne x
Comment by Leanne — April 16, 2007 @ 6:21 pm
any updates,. would like to know how your feeling? great post x
Comment by Andy — April 17, 2007 @ 11:53 am
great post, updates would be nice
Comment by Bill — April 18, 2007 @ 2:15 am
Yes, it’s nice point. I am totally agree with you. Thank you, cheers..
Comment by Gelinlik Resimleri — April 28, 2007 @ 4:42 pm
Well, I get a little tired of writing just about go every month, and my readers are probably even more sick of reading about it. So this month I’d like to talk about the topic you’re all most interested in. Yes, Italian men.
‘Italian men are very good at chatting up women. Watch out for pickpockets and men.’ This was the advice everyone in Japan gave me before I left. I would have screamed if I’d heard it one more time. So I was forewarned when I came to Milan . . .
There have been two occasions in these last three and a half years when I suspected that a guy was trying to chat me up. Actually, it was zero for the first two years or so. During that time, I had luggage stolen once, and, including failed attempts, encountered pickpockets four times.
To be honest, this was a shock. Having been warned how dangerous it was just to be a woman, I’d come over here full of fighting spirit; didn’t the fact that nothing happened mean that they didn’t even look on me as a woman?
In my own way, I tried to work out what the reason was.
1. Apart from going between my home and the go club, I didn’t walk around, so there were no opportunities.
2. Not understanding Italian, I hadn’t realized it when men were coming on to me.
3. The men took me for a virtuous woman, and so didn’t even make me a target. Guys trying to pick up women selected their targets so as to economize on time and energy.
I think I can exclude the second point. After all, no matter how little you know the language, you know when people are trying to pick you up. Don’t you agree?
Actually, I really like the third reason. Women who look as if they might be easy prey are targeted, so not being targeted was a good thing. It’s a good rationalization.
The first reason. H’m, this might be quite a good explanation, I thought, but recently there was an incident that demolished it.
One day I was happily riding my bicycle on my way to a neighbourhood tobacconist to buy stamps. For an instant, my eyes met those of the driver of a passing car. I had a disagreeable premonition, so I raced to the tobacconist. Who should follow me into the shop but the driver of the car? This could be trouble, I thought, so I played for time by pretending to be looking for something to buy. While the man was buying some cigarettes, I jumped on my bicycle and raced away at full speed. But he came right after me, the persistent so-and-so. Car vs. bicycle was not a fair contest. He finally caught me.
My hair was disheveled and I was covered in sweat, but he said: ‘Your eyes are so beautiful I just had to talk to you.’ Yuk! What a corny line! He didn’t look like an odd person — with his cellular and suit and tie, he could have been a middle-aged businessman. But he was definitely not my type! (So that’s the problem!?)
In situations like this, you have to keep your cool. There was some Italian I’d memorized just for occasions like this: ‘I have a fiance.’ I was happy the day had finally come when this phrase was of use.
Sadly the man said, “Our encounter has come too late,’ and finally left. Even his parting speech was perfect: I was routed. I felt goose pimples and a chill all over my body, but I realized for the first time how lucky I had been until then.
It’s certainly true that Italians, both men and women, express themselves clearly, without trying to mystify you. That might be why they’re so direct in their love affairs.
As far as the go-playing population goes, however, they are on the whole gloomy people or at least ordinary, serious types are most common. The kind of people who take an interest in an Asian cultural pursuit like go are of a different type from the typical Mediterranean strain.
That could be why no one has ever tried to chat me up in a go club
Comment by shopwoh — May 25, 2007 @ 3:12 pm
I lived in Prague for 12 months working over there. Absolutely fantastic spot. Hope you enjoyed yourself. Planning on going back there in 2008 Best to you.
Comment by Deane — June 6, 2007 @ 4:53 am
Wow, you are one tough woman. For all that you’ve been through, you still kept going. That’s exactly how you have to do. You will go to places that you won’t like at all and meet people who you will not like at all but you carry on with your goal and move on. I envy you. Keep up the good work.
Comment by John Smathers — June 11, 2007 @ 3:56 am
Hope you meet someone to travel with, I could not be lonely.
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