Friday night I just hopped on a train heading to Wein in three minutes. It wasn’t until a few minutes after the train pulled off I figured out that Wein is Vienna. Got there okay at about 8am, saw a small, free, and pointless contemporary art museum, then rode the public transportation to Suberbia Vienna where a campsite was located. Paid about $6 for a campsite, rode back, and saw a good bit of Vienna. Vienna is ridiculously expensive, so after getting up at 10am the next morning, I just went ahead and hopped on a train to Budapest. I…
Well, somehow I got the feeling as I walked through the gate of the UD Rome campus onto Via dei Ceraseti that it wasn’t the last time I’d be on campus. It wasn’t. Anne never showed up at 20.45, nor had she shown up by 21.30. In fact, I haven’t seen her since I wrote you. I have no idea where she is, or even if shes alive. I don’t think she would have gotten on the train without me, but… who knows. It’s all quite weird. I didn’t get on the train, becuase I was worried that something had…
I’m in Termini, perhaps for the last time of my life. This is, of course, doubtful, but nonetheless a definite possibility. I can’t imagine not being back before too long. I’m tired. It’s 17.34 here, and my train leaves at 21.15. I got tired of moping about the mostly empty campus this afternoon and decided to just head on down here. I’m meeting Anne at the traditional meeting spot in Termini: The McDonald’s that overlooks the tracks from which you can drink a McBeer and watch the board for your train to appear. I ate at Spizeco, only I doubt…
Greetings, mine ever-growing list. Not much exciting has happened of late, the semester is winding down and I’m… not at all stressed though I should be. I’m two papers, two days of class, and a set of finals away from being done here. I plan to depart Thursday May 11 (That is a Thursday, right?) from Due Santi. Dad sent me a one month Eurail pass which I received in the mail yesterday, and I hope to activate it and head off to Scandinavia with Anne Johnson. (“Who are these women?” I keep getting asked. I don’t travel with RANDOM…