Hello friends!

Last week was my second week in Europe and, through poor planning (aka, no planning), I was in 4 different cities: Madrid, Portugal, Venice and Rome. As you might imagine, I was utterly exhausted — which resulted in a weakened immune system and, ultimately, food poisoning! Or the stomach flu! Hooray! Three days in Rome were spent in bed :/

Last week’s expenses look high because I booked a flight for next week and pre-paid this week’s accommodation. Also, Italy has a tourist tax of a million dollars a night and Venice is a tourist trap designed to separate me from my money. Anyways…

Total spent in week 2: $652.98. This is 11.1% less than I spent last time I came to Europe

Interesting events:

  • Almost got pick-pocketed in Lisbon. At first, I turned and screamed. Then I saw it was an old lady and apologized and got into an argument with her over whether or not I thought all Portuguese were pick-pockets. Later saw her hanging around other tourists and stopped feeling bad for having accused her of being a pick-pocket
  • Babysat an abandoned child
  • Got lost in Lisbon and wandered up the wrong hill for over an hour. Almost cried when I reached the top and wasn’t where I had hoped to be
  • FOUND A WAY TO CALL MONTREAL FOR FREE!
  • Got lost in Venice, accused two people of being pick-pockets (erroneously). In my defense, the street that my hostel was on was not on any map
  • Tried to buy a bus ticket two times and had my credit card rejected. Called Visa in a panic and probably startled the poor CSR at 4am EST. Turns out to have been the bus company’s error
  • The aforementioned being-sick
  • I can’t connect my laptop to wifi at my hostel. It’s the strangest thing. I purposely booked 8 nights so that I would have time to catch up on my work and, like life is prone to do, my plans were disrupted
  • Southern Italian men are much nicer to look at than Northern Italian men
  • Confirmed that my parents are kinda meh about me. Sucks.
  • While sick, I decided that I was going home. I called Air Transat and waited on hold so long that I gave up. Sat miserably for two days hating myself for having come to Europe. I realize now that this is silly because what do I have waiting for me at home? A job at Tim Horton’s? Yeah, probably.
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