I am simply eventful

Well if I weren't you might not love me as much. Venice was just magnificent. Absolutely beautiful, and to quote Jimmy Buffett "Salt air, it ain't thin. It'll stick right to your skin and make you feel fine." Oh it did. The whole place smelled like the beach and we rode boats everywhere. I got to see Erik yaay :) that was great. We shared one great adventure on the way to Vicenza to see the Teatro Olimpico (oldest working theatre in the world,) and Carlie and I shared another on the way home from Milan. On the way to Vicenza, Erik and I missed our train because the ticket line was so long. So we ended up paying triple the amount of a regional train to take the fancy pants Eurostar, but we got there, so no worries. The three of us - Carlie, Erik, and I - woke up at 4, listen to me, 4 A M to catch a 5:15 train to Milan on Thursday morning. My highlight was the Teatrale alla Scalla, which is the world's most famous opera house. I went through the museum and saw original costumes from Carmen, Aida, and other famous operas. The absolute best thing that could ever happen did, and that was that I got to see the theatre itself while there was a rehearsal going on. Not just any rehearsal, but the rehearsal of AIDA. LOVE IT. Elton John wrote the music for the musical version, so I'm in love with that already, and I got to see these crazy famous talented opera stars rehearse the opera right there in the opera house. Incredible.
Anyway, on to the adventure. Carlie and I had a direct train from Milan to Arezzo, which would be about a 4 1/2 hour ride. About an hour into it, our train broke down. We were in the straight boondocks. Even the italians on the train didnt know where we were. Codogna, rhymes with Bologna, which is where our saviour train (arriving to pick us up from the heat of the day an hour later) took us. We were lucky an english speaking local took pity on us, otherwise we would have ended up in Piacenza or Vicenza, again, I could never be sure. Anyway, we had to stand on the train to bologna because it was already full, but we got there around 6:45. There was a train to Arezzo at 7:45, so we went to that platform, buttttt it never showed up, I don't know why. We then had to RUN to another platform to catch the last train through arezzo, but we couldn't make the reservation required to get a compartment seat. So we sat in the aisle and wrestled the snack cart. Twice. Once the train cleared out at the stop in Florence, we just took a compartment seat and dared the attendants to question us. By this time I had my headband around my head rambo style and Carlie had a look in her eye that no sane person would cross. We got to Arezzo at 10:30, but the last bus back to Sansepolcro was at 8:30. So we sold our souls for a cab. I know, Taken. Dont take a cab. But I'm blogging from the comfort of my Sansepolcro base, not the basement of a sexual slave owner's headquarters. Addddventures. I'm gonna call my parents now to confirm that before they read the blog and worry. Miss you all, Love you more!

We dance in Pompeii Rain, and when we run in train stations, even the Italians get out the way.

Sooo alot has happened, but like I said, the demand for the computer restricts online access. The most eventful things have been our trip to Sorrento and Rome, and our excursion to Assisi.
In Sorrento, we stayed in our first hostel, and met people from all over: UK, Canada, and US. That was fun times. We went to Pompeii, which was definitely my favorite part of the trip. We saw the ruins (including the cast molds of the victims -- super cool) and afterward I had shoes hand made for me in the store in the market in town. They are super cute. I got pictures. In Rome, we did the Warner Powell tour of the Colosseum, Trevi Fountain, and Vatican. We ran through the city of Rome, raced the tour guide through the Colosseum, and ran back across to the Trevi Fountain, threw our pennies in as we passed it at a dead run and made it back to the hostel in time for free pizza dinner. Yes, this is a bit of an exaggeration, but if you are a member of the Powell clan, you can appreciate the rapidity of our Rome tour. We did the Vatican the following day and saw the museums and the Sistine Chapel. The entire thing was just incredible. ALAS my camera died after the second picture of the colosseum, so I'll have to steal from my friends. Our real adventure began when we got back to the train station from seeing the Vatican. It was about 2:40 and we had to catch a 3:00 train. Catch: We had to get back to the hostel and get our bags first. Two of our group stayed behind and the other four of us RAN, no exaggeration RAN, two blocks to our hostel and back to the train station. When we got back we couldn't locate the two of our group with our purses, phones, money, and tickets, so Caitlin and I RAN through the station looking for them. We found them, got back to our train, and boarded just in time.
I wish I had time to do this next part of the story justice, but I'll just have to tell it like it is. A little girl sitting next to one of our group got out of her seat and, under the protective wings of her mother, PEED ON THE FLOOR. Y'all, she peed on the floor on purpose while her mother looked on and there was a BATHROOM! OOONN! the TRAAAAINNN!!! It was an adventure. Like an intense game of don't step on the cracks. It was don't step on the urine that's runnin your way cause this train is moving. Whew. I've been on this computer for a while so I have to go, but I've loved hearing from all of you that have contacted me. If I can't respond, Know that I love you all soooo much, and miss you like flowers miss the sun. Kisses for you all, I'll post again next week after we get back from Venice and Milan!