Experiential Paper
Oh the people you encounter when traveling abroad. The language barriers and awkward situations I encountered on my travel weekend to Italy were numerous, but there were a few worth mentioning. Chelsea Harrington and decided at the last minute to go on adventure to Venice and Rome. Our first stop was Venice, and after a long trip and a stop at Bologna Centrale in the middle of the night (that’s a story for another time) we were relieved to make it to our destination. The following accounts are not so much about our excursions and the landmarks we saw on our trips, which were breathtaking, but more about the random people who made our trip epic.
Argentinean Woman
First on our memory making journey was the Argentinean woman staying at the same hostel as us in Venice. The woman, who looked to be about forty and at least a good ten years older than everyone staying at the hostel, was ecstatic to meet Chelsea and me. Upon entering our room, she immediately got off the bunk bed she was sitting on when we walked into the room. We were only in Venice for the night, but this Argentinean woman was the only person we met who was staying in our room. I swear I have never met anyone so excited to be somewhere, but she never seemed to leave the hostel. With her broken English and thick accent there was a definite communication barrier. But this woman, who never actually told us her name, was not shy and was eager to make conversation with Chelsea and me. Another thing that should be known about this nameless woman is that she was never wearing pants. Literally every time I walked into the room she was sitting on her bed in her underwear. Even as Chelsea and I awoke at 5:30am on Saturday morning to make our way to the train station for Rome, this woman was wide awake. She was standing at the window in what else but her underwear. As soon as she saw we were awake she ran over to our beds and furiously waved us over to join her at the window. In my tired state I walked over to the window to see what all the commotion was about. I was nervous that something was wrong from the way she was acting, but when I peered out the window there was a cruise ship. This woman’s reaction to the sight was as if she had seen an apparition of the Virgin Mary. What made it even more hilarious was the fact that there were boats everywhere, seeing as how that is the only way to get around Venice. I still can’t figure out if the woman ever actually left the hostel to explore the city, but she sure was happy to be there. We were happy to have been there too, but we had more to see and were then on our way to Rome.
Luigi
Chelsea and I managed to make it to Rome without a hitch and spent a full day at The Vatican taking in the rich history and musing in awe at the Sistine Chapel. Traveling on foot all day, we intended to find our hotel before dinner. As we walked up and down the streets of Rome looking for Hotel Roma our fatigue and lack of sleep began to set in. After about an hour of walking through the streets with backpacks in tow we realized we weren’t looking for Hotel Roma at all. It must have been the lack of sleep, but upon further review of our directions I realized we were looking for Rome Hotel Accommodations a bed and breakfast literally across the street from the train station. I still have no idea where the name Hotel Roma came from or why I was under the impression that was what we were looking for, but we were happy to finally make it to our hotel. At this point we would have been happy with anywhere that could offer us a place to put down our backpacks and rest our feet. We waited at the lobby desk for an attendant that could show us to our room. I could tell we were both on the brink of a breakdown, and then Luigi walked in. He was nothing like we were expecting. He was young, Italian, fashionable, and hot. I looked over to see Chelsea’s reaction to this pleasant surprise. I for one was expecting an old fat Italian man. I caught Chelsea checking Luigi out, she looked him up and down (she isn’t exactly discreet when checking men out). I made eye contact with her and there was instant understanding. She began to giggle like a middle school girl and then I couldn’t contain my excitement any longer. As we broke the silence with our laughter Luigi looked up from the paper work he was filling out, confused. He then led us to an old timey elevator and told us he would meet us on the second floor to show us our room. After a miscommunication about what floor we were on, that only made us look like dumb American girls, Luigi led us into our room. The accommodations were perfect; we had our own room in an adorable apartment with tons of character. We were impressed with both the room, and Luigi, but after leaving us to get acquainted with our surroundings we never saw him again. We expected to see him at checkout the next day, but instead were met with a middle aged woman who I’m pretty sure was missing some teeth. This was not the goodbye we had expected and despite our disappointment at not seeing Luigi one last time, we agreed that he was the most beautiful thing we saw in Italy, or at least a close second to the Sistine Chapel.
All Other Italian Males
Well I learned quickly that traveling with Chelsea was a sure way to attract the stereotypical Italian men. We definitely heard our fair shares of “Ciao Bella!” Chelsea, a hot commodity in Italy with her light eyes and blonde hair was like honey to the bees, the bees being all the men in Italy. I felt like a publicist traveling with a celebrity. At one point outside of the Coliseum a group of twenty something Italian guys pleaded with Chelsea for a picture, yes they wanted a picture with her. Her celebrity status only continued as we met some more Italian men later that night when we were having drinks outside in an outside bar area. The two men who were clearly inebriated tried desperately to mount their bikes while continuously failing. The men must have taken our laughter at the ridiculous sight as an invitation for a conversation. But of course there was a language barrier. The men invited Chelsea to meet them for drinks the following night, much to their dismay we were leaving Rome in the morning. However, that did not dissuade one of the men, Marco, who gave Chelsea his business card and told her if she was ever in Rome again he would be happy to show her around.
Upon arriving back to Juan Les Pins on Sunday night Chelsea and I decided emailing Marco could make for a good laugh. Not even sure if he remembered our encounter considering how drunk he was the previous night we composed an email to Marco. The email said nothing more than it was nice to meet him and if Chelsea was ever back in Rome she would be sure to let him know. We promptly received an email back saying the following:
hello I’m glad to receive your email and my English ‘bad but I hope to improve (I am using google traslator). E ‘was great to meet you and hope to know you better and rivedereti soon. What are you doing in life? work in Alitalia Airline
So if nothing else Chelsea now has a new pen pal to “riverdereti” with, whatever that means.
The people we encountered made our trip just as much as the sightseeing. I personally believe we had the best traveling weekend of anyone on the trip, and the people we met only helped to take our trip to the next level.