Second Home

It sucks; it almost feels like a family is breaking up. I was watching The Godfather with some friends here at the hostel, and Pablo turns to me and says, “God it feels like this is my home.” He was totally right! New people are coming into the hostel and its like “what are you doing here? I didn't invite you.” It's cool though, they are all nice, it's just not the same though. Anyways, Pablo and Carla took off, the other day, John took off today, it feels like I had the perfect group of people in my life and now they are leaving. It’s cool though! The house with Tai, David, and Marcos will be really great, it still feels like a second home here in Italy.

Yesterday I went to Rimini with this girl named Petra from Argentina. She was totally great, I really get along with the South Americans. I will try to keep in touch with her, she felt like such a good old friend even though I only knew her for like 10 hours.

Rimini is this beach town on the Adriatic coast. It was the perfect day for me, just lying on the beach all day and relaxing. I needed it! I The weather was good too, its been perfect since I arrived in Italy.

I went swimming in the Adriatic Sea, which was really nice. I was freaking exhausted from the past couple of days, it was exactly what I needed. But Petra left this morning – Marcos said that the worst part of his job is that he has to say goodbye to people all the time, now I know exactly what he means.

This is the last night for me in the hostel; I have to figure out what I want to do for the next week. I am going to travel for a little while longer and then return to Florence to get the house together and start school.