kallie.elizabeth.walker

Hostels are a little like life. You meet some really cool people, and just as you’re getting to know them, once day they’re just gone.
It poured all day today. I stayed all cooped up inside and drank tea all day with the heat cranked up. I stepped out for about a half hour to take some pictures at the arena, and got completely drenched from head to toe, but it was totally worth it. The waves were HUGE and just smashing into the rocks in the bay. So powerful.
We got 8 new roommates, putting us up to 11 in the tiny little apartment! It is so crammed in the kitchen with that HUGE table that takes up half of the apartment.
It finally stopped raining later in the evening around 10:00pm. I went back out to the Marina and took some night shots. Man, I never thought I’d say it, but I wish I would have brought my tripod!

Dear friend,

Wish you were here, living in the moment, seeing the places, meeting the people, experiencing the culture, and having the time of your life.

- Kallie

Today I played soccer in the streets of Venice with bored gondola drivers. No picture. Only great memories :)

I had a little dilemma yesterday when heading out of Paris. I spent all day Saturday looking for a hostel online in Portofino or the Cinque Terre, and couldn’t find anything. My train reservation would be useless unless I had a place to stay, so I spontaneously decided to go to Venice… Even though I didn’t have a hostel booked there either!
The hostel, the Venice Museum, was an old mansion and was fit for a king. They only had a few rooms, and there were only 6 or 7 other people there at the time. We’re like a little family. We ate breakfast and dinner together, and went out to the pub each night to have a drink. The people I’m meeting here are just incredible, and I feel like I’ve known them forever.

Even though I’ve been to Paris before, it never gets old. I still enjoy going to the Eiffel Tower, walking through Notre Dame, and taking pictures of the Arc de Triumph.
They say the French in Paris are a little rude towards Americans, but I still haven’t experienced that. The French people I’ve met have been so friendly, polite, and anything but rude.