My original plan to work on an organic farm in southern France has changed slightly. I am now heading to Budapest to work in a hostel for three weeks. Almost the same thing, right? I thought I would spend way more time in a few southern cities but Nice was the only destination. Im out of money and im so tired of packing a bag every few days, train travel, different hostels, having to make all new friends every few days. So much work! So three days in Nice. Beautiful city, great hostel. I met a fun group of girls, somewhat of a rarity for me. I usually find guy friends, more solo travelers, more laid back. Now that I think about it, that was my first group of girls to hang out with for more than a few hours. So, Nice. Didnt see a single sight but had two great days at the beach and even better nights meeting people at the hostel.
The experience of the city that sticks out the most for me was meeting two French men with my friend Molly. She spoke much better french that I did. Mine was pitiful minus my three years of study in High school and college and an attempt at brushing up before arriving. Anyway, the guys spoke about as much english as we spoke french. It was the perfect lesson. And for the first time in my life, I was being told to say something in another language instead of testing someones english. I pretty much failed the test, but enjoyed the challenge so much. I was in their country and had to attempt their language. I have never been more motivated and excited to learn another language!
So I have found a travel partner to Milan where I fly to Budapest. Morgan, from Portland ironically, and we catch three miserable un-airconditioned trains, uhh. We spend the night at a hostel, she heads to Venice and I head to the airport to catch my flight to Budapest, or so I thought. No need to go into details as I feel I have been bitching about bad travel for too long but I spent 26 hours in the lovely Milan airport. Oh the adventures of travel:)
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