My experience in Rome was not your typical experience. It’s not like living in the Waterdown where your friends are a street away, and you can call them to go out. Instead, you have moved to a new country where you know no one, and very few people know your language, but maybe that’s the best part, it challenges you. Last weekend, I went alone to Venice, it went far from smooth. I got onto the boat to leave the island, and then when I got off I started exploring again, I was amazed. Then everything started to look familiar again, and the same creepy guys started talking to me. It was then that I realized nothing was new, I had gotten back onto the same island and had seen everything ten minutes ago. This weekend I went to Rome. Normally you wouldn’t travel three hours away and stay in a hostel with someone you have never met before for a couple of days, but sometimes its the safest, and most efficient way to travel. I was lucky enough to meet Nichole from the States, she didn’t end up being crazy like you hear in horror movies. She turned out to be a caring, adventurous person, that I will never forget, and we were out to three in the morning seeing amazing places, such as, the coliseum and the beautiful trevi fountain.