being homeless in another country

just came back from italy. 4 days. no hotel. no hostel. nothing. basically homeless in a country i’ve never been to, speaking a language i don’t understand. and i loved every second of it.

here’s what i did: venice, milan, rome, florence, pisa, la spezia, manarola, riomaggiore. all in 4 days. i don’t know how i did it. it sounds impossible when i write it.

i slept on buses. every night, a different bus to a different city. you save money on hotels and you travel at the same time. smart? maybe. comfortable? no. my back still hurts.

the conditions were hard. no shower for days. eating whatever was cheap. walking until my feet hurt. then walking more.

but man. manarola at sunset. rome at 6am with empty streets. venice before the tourists wake up. florence at night. you can’t buy that.

the most unforgettable moment? construction site wc in rome… i’m not going to tell that story here. maybe one day. maybe never.

best 4 days of my life. i mean it.

sometimes you need to be a little uncomfortable to feel alive.