Journal Entry: Hostel Room Mix-up

I made it to the hostel. They mixed up my room reservation, and I am not in the room I requested. There is no ensuite bath. They said they would move me to the right room for the next two nights. I had pizza and beer for dinner. I probably shouldn’t have, but I didn’t feel like anything else, and certainly didn’t feel like looking for something and wind up eating pizza in the end anyway. 

 

Nice in the Evening - from Hostel St. Exupery

I got a sim card for my phone. It was €15 for the sim card and €5 worth of time. It is €.80 to call home but I can receive incoming calls for free, and the rate for Jan’s calling card is less than it was for the Italian one. Apparently the rates vary by city. 

What am I doing tomorrow? I’m not entirely sure. I guess I’ll go to the market and maybe to the castle hill. The shuttle doesn’t run to and from the hostel between noon and five so I better come up with something entertaining.

Journal Entry: Jet lag makes you Irrational

I made it to the hostel. I even managed to buy a SIM card [at Termini] and call Jan and Andy at home. I’m so tired, I just need sleep. I have a sore spot on my stomach, well really right abdomen. I was feeling it in the shower and thought it could be a hernia. I nearly passed out from not breathing. I hope I don’t fall apart without V. with me. I’ll feel better tomorrow. My rational brain has shut down.

Not Rome, but this fits how I feel when jet lagged