The Crazy Swiss firebus told me they got delayed and would not be in Rome by the time I arrived on Monday, so I reserved a bed in a hostel on the beach close to the airport, and a half hour train ride or so from the center of Rome. The hostel is an old insane asylum.
After taking 2 buses (which I did not pay for even though you are supposed to... I did not have the standard metro card and the drivers did not seem to care) I arrived at Litus Hostel.
The building itself is massive, and has one or two other businesses within it. Inside, it is bright and airy, with really high ceilings and lots of colorful art and cool furniture. Maybe they try to make you feel like you are in an art gallery to make you forget you are where hundreds of loonies used to be. I like it. It is empty; besides the staff I have only seen a total of 6 women or so. Not one male guest. Which besides being weird is fine since I am in little mood for banter.
On my way to the beach, I noticed that next to the hostel there was this fence, and behind the fence was this courtyard with palm trees and cool grafitti. Not just grafitti- cause that is everywhere, but cool grafitti. The fence was locked but there was a space to climb through, so I did, and walked up to the building. Seeing someone inside, I left. I was a few feet down there street when this Italian kid came out and started talking to me. From what I gathered (I don't speak Italian yet but Spanish helps), he said the place was for youth, when I asked. Then he invited me to smoke blahblah and drink. I told him maybe later. Yeah, maybe later, if you weren't 20 years old tops. He did say the place was for youth. Note: If I still smoked blahblah, I would have entertained the idea, but if I were to now, I would be a paranoid weirdo. Double no thanks.
The beach is across the street, and is actually nice. Not amazing from a picture book of Hawaii or anything, but nice. It is on the Tyrrhenian Sea, has black sand, and the blue water is not too cold. I layed down and slept on and off (mostly on.... jetlag) for 6 hours as bunched of people came and went. I missed one long strip of my leg with sunblock so now I have a red strip of pain. I went in the water once... it was nice. Especially since I had to pee. Don't tell.
I was hungry in the evening and instead of pizza (which was the only alternative close enough to where I was willing to walk in the moment), I got Chinese food. Yeah, I am a weirdo, I know. I just figured I have plenty of time to eat pizza, eat it all the time anyway, and was not in the mood for it, but was curious to see if Italianized Chinese food is similar to Americanized Chinese food. I got spring rolls and curry-fried rice. Yeah, the stuff I got is same, pretty much. Except the duck sauce for the spring rolls had a notable amount of vinegar. Not bad; I like vinegar.
I spoke to Larsen, my swiss friend. He said they will be arriving here around noon or so, and that I should get good rest and be ready for the party to begin. What he does not know is that if I am not well-rested, it does not matter. Cause I got a bottle of Milagro Silver Tequila at the airport for CHEAP. Milagro means miracle. Tequila is my coffee; my reliable, tried and true pick-me-up. When my body tells me know, tequila screams back YES! I should have bought more than just one bottle. Shoulda, woulda, coulda.
Note: While on the topic of shoulda, woulda, coulda, I shoulda tried out the camera I bought at the pawn shop. Since, now I see it does not work. And since my other one was sent off for repair, I am camera-less at the moment. Why must the digital camera gods despise me so?
Tomorrow, before the swiss crazies arrive, I will try (try) to check out the Ostia Ruins, which all the websites compare to Pompei. We'll see.
Note: I could really use a lower back massage. And there are more than just 6 women at the hostel. I was wrong. I kind of liked the idea of 6 weirdo spinster women like myself all alone in this giant art-deco looney bin.
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