Fontana Di Trevi was alot smaller and crowded than I expected. The Vatican City was realllly crowded. Same to the Spanish Steps. It was pretty terrible. Too many people, being highly aware of muggers all the time, terrible ice cream cones..
Things that highly delighted me:
Saw the Catacombs, Capuchin Friars and the Criminal Museum that were alot more fascinating in history compared to say, the Colosseum for example. The brutality was highly amusing and spine-chilling. And then there were the random empty churches along the streets with terrific interior designs that left a lasting impression because of the inferiority you feel in contrast to the majestic size of everything else. The magic only works when those towering churches are empty, no matter which church. It was the same as of the case of Notre Dame in Paris. The crowd really ruined the beauty. I loved Piazza Navona, with all the street artists and architecture. I bought a painting there. And that was all I bought really. There wasn't much to fancy. Even the food seemed average despite the popular belief that pasta is magnifico there.
Coming back I've been hit with a real turmoil of jetlag. My hamster is sick with a pesky ear infection, or a brain tumor. Also the fact to deal with a yelling father who cares much for my future well-being. But reading 6 days of business news is doing me not much good. So many speculations and debates yet I cannot seem to make any valid significance out of it. It's just baffling, simply baffling. The way money liquifies and flows from every dirty corner to flush into an open ocean. In fact, the sudden rush of information is so vast that I think I might have just gone as mad as a hatter.
There're so many things running wild in my mind right now. Thoughtlessness, depth, insanity and tranquility all trying to harmonize with each other. I'm kind of excited about next year if my housing and visa could be settled asap. Despite the intuition that things would go wrong I am pretty excited to see what is to come. Also, I'll be disappearing tonight and should be back ard the 20th. Brb.
I feel quite royally fucked because I'm in debt to my dad who's paying for my education. Preparations for the trip is already making me nervous with the amount I must spend. Visa alone cost me 700 sing dollars today. I still need to do a medical that would snatch another 100 odd sing from me. School fees around 20k sing per year. My accommodation + allowance will cost me 1.7k sing every month, half going to the room I'll be staying in. Hopefully I can save some money the second year if I move out of the city and get a part time job if I can manage. All in all I have to return him around 70k later in life, because otherwise I'd feel terribly guilty. Why the hell is education so expensive? Plus my brother's education next time, oh god I'm never going to have children.
This is some marvelous, amazing amazing intense shit. I cannot stop gushing over the details of the skin and bones, the hair hat, the Mcqueen shooz.. Period.