It all started on Mon, Oct 4th. Laura showed up in my apartment with Tim at 8:45 in the morning. I was still sleep but Laura woke me up with a huge hug. :) It was the best wake up present ever. Tim and Laura dragged me out of bed to grab some breakfast. which consisted of a sugar donut. After I had to go back to the apartment to get ready for classes. I had class from noon till 8pm. I came home to a nice supper of pasta and sausage with Laura.
At 9am Tuesday morning, I met Laura at the bus stop to go to Vatican City. We did some shopping around the area. Collected a few religious items to be blessed by the pope. We tried to get our tickets to meet the pope, but we weren't able to until 3pm. And I had class at 2:15, so Laura had to get them on her own. But first we had lunch at the T-Bone Station. We each got a yummy burger (YAY American food!). I had to meet with my group for a project at 1:15. So Laura headed back to the Vatican to get the tickets. They people who gave her the tickets informed her that the viewing with the pope didn't start until 10:30am, but suggested that we begin lining up at 8am.
So Wednesday morning we woke up at 6:30am. We left the apartment at 7 to meet Laura at the bus station to head back to the Vatican. When the gates opened, it was crazy. All these old people started running across the square. It was absolute chaos. I have never seen so many old people running before. Hehe. We ended up getting in the front row. Yay!! There were hundreds, no thousands of people that showed up. The only people who sat in front of us were a group from NATO. The pope came out on his popemobile. He was wearing a red hat. They drove around the entire square. The pope would wave to everyone. Then he went and sat in a chair right in front of St. Peter's. I would describe it as a lovely throne. Everything that the pope said, he repeated in 7 different languages. It was a long process.
It was hot and the pope talked very slowly. I thought I was going to pass out. Tim told me I was going to be struck by lightning in the middle of the square. :) I had to leave in the middle of one of the pope's speeches. I felt really rude. Everyone was glaring at me. But I had a huge presentation in my class that I couldn't miss. My professor made it very clear that it was unacceptable to miss class to see the pope. So I had to speed walk all the way to campus. When I got there, we couldn't get our presentation to load, soooo we didn't end up doing it. Lovely. I was quit angry that I had to walk out on the pope for that.
We decided to go out that night. We wanted to show Laura the nightlife in Rome. Luckily she was there to protect me because a bartender got a little carried away that night. I was in the ladies bathroom right before bar closing. Laura was about to go to the bathroom too when the bartender walked in. She must have known something was going to happen, and she said she didn't have to go to the bathroom anymore. Right after, the bartender came up and ran his hands down my face like he was going to kiss me. Laura pointed at him and yelled "NO!" She grabbed me and pulled me out of that bar. Thank god for sorority sisters!! Got to love those Italian men. NOT!
Thursday I had class from 2:15-3:30. After class, Laura and I went to the Colosseum. I absolutely love the Colosseum, so I didn't mind going with her again. We had a great time, did a lot of sister bonding. We were going to do the Roman Forum as well, but it was closed by the time we got out of the Colosseum.
On our way back to the apartment, we ended up taking the right bus the wrong way. This happened last time I went to the Colosseum. Just my luck. So we spent over an hour on the bus. When we got back to the Colosseum, it was night time. I hoping that the Colosseum would be lit up. Which it was, but it wasn't anything amazing. I was kinda dissappointed.
We had dinner at Tatas that night. Tata gave us all kisses when we left. She is amazing. When we got back to the apartment, Laura and I cuddled in my bed and watched Glee together. Neither of us were feeling very good. We think it was from what we ate at the Colosseum.
Friday was a make-up day. So I had classes from noon till 8. It sucked since Laura was in town. I was late to class too because of a protest outside of the education building. There were probably a good thousand teenagers there protesting. They had to shut down the public transportation because these teens were standing in the way of the tram tracks. SO I had to walk to school. These teens were also smoking weed in the middle of the street. Hmmmm.
After classes we had dinner and then took Laura to Scholars the Irish Pub. They played Build Me Up, Buttercup at the bar. :) That is our sorority song. It was amazing. Laura and I sang and danced in the corner together. Tim videotaped it!
Saturday was Laura's last day. :( We went to Piazza Del Popolo to see a nice view of Rome. I wasn't feeling the best and I complained the entire way. I have gotten pretty good at complaining lately. I have been so irriatated with life. After getting back, we just relaxed in the room until Laura had to leave at 6:15pm. We brought her to the train station. I was almost in tears when she left. I felt like a part of me was leaving. :( I will be seeing her soon in Cairo thought over Thanksgiving. :)
Sunday I slept till 1pm. I was feeling really sick. I think my sickness was more emotionally ill, then physically ill. I ran with Bliss to the market to get a new suitcase for weekend travels. When we got back, I went straight back to bed. I was starting to get chest pains again, like before I had left for Rome.
I was woken up by Tim skyping. I got really crabby because I was tired and wanted my silence. I thought it was over when he finished skyping, but then Peter showed up and skyped too. The internet in their apartment hasn't been working, so they used ours. I was very close to going to a hotel. I was so annoyed that I was almost in tears. I was sick and depressed and wanted to be in the dark in my room in complete silence. I didn't even eat supper that night and I slept straight through the night. I had a terrifying dream too.
My dream was about Michael. It was extremely graphic and felt so real. I woke up sobbing. The entire day I had the images from the dream replaying in my head. It was making me physically sick. I hadn't talked to Michael in over two weeks, which made it even harder.
Monday night at dinner, my dream got brought up. I told Bliss I didn't want anyone else to know about it. I had written it all down in a letter that I sent to Michael. But I let Bliss read it first, and she almost started crying. One of my guy friends commented, "why do you worry so much anyways." I wanted to bunch him in the face for saying that.
I feel like no one hear understands what I am going through. I guess I can't expect them to understand, but I do expect them to respect my feelings. Not make me feel worse. When I talked to dad, I finally brokedown. It was the first time I had cried since being in Rome. And it was not just a tear hear and a tear there, I was sobbing.
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