9th August 2006
The travels begin! I'm sitting in Prague airport waiting for my connection to Rome. How am I feeling? To be honest, pretty tired after a 4 am start, made worse by frantic repacking through the wee small hours, having realised that my bags were both too heavy and totally impractical. In view of my having a job(!) and a suit(!) I'd been persuaded to forgo my trusty backpack in favour of a more ‘professional’ suitcase so that it would keep my shirts and suit smart. As I struggled along Princes St. in Edinburgh yesterday, I discovered that I couldn’t lift my suitcase and pulling it on its wheels came to a halt when one of them fell off, and the handle bit snapped. … so in Matt and Colin’s flat I said screw professional, I’m going with what I know! Also had to take some stuff out…
Now landed in Italy! As I train through the Italian countryside towards Rome (or Roma as I’m now supposed to call it) my first impression is how nice it is that it's raining. How Scotland should be... but hasn't been for the last couple of months.
I arrived in Roma and began to get all those excited traveller feelings tingling through my body. Nervous about the idea of using my Italian on one of the indigenous population (instead of repeating after my CDs), but excited all the same. Just once I get that first conversation going, I’ll be off.
Evening now — got a compact but airy room in a flat with a few Italian girls near the San Giovanni metro station. Only one of the girls is in town, and she’s out working. It’s a nice chance to mull over the day, aware that I’m looking forward to what’s ahead, but also that I’m alone.