Re-cap of the last week (training).

Training was rather interesting. For whatever reason (I’m sure there are a couple good excuses I could dole out but I won’t this time) I think I lost my mind before leaving for this trip. I really believe I was not myself as I was exceptionally anxious and agitated, quiet, not silly just majorly lame. Whatever you call it, it lasted me up until about Tuesday of this week and it was terrible. Despite my best efforts to appear sane to people at training I think my roommates picked up on my bizarre feelings, as we didn’t really click. I generally enjoy meeting new people and similarly get on quite well with them (not to toot my own horn) but it’s a fact…I’m a pretty big deal ;) lol (so joking). Regardless, it was a major buzz kill to realize that I was kind of the odd one out in a sea of awesome people. I did manage to meet a few goodies though. This one girl in particular (let’s call her “bangs”) reminded me of my mom, sweeter than pie and I managed to hang with her a couple times which made the week more pleasurable because she didn’t seam to notice my being crazy and all. In addition, there was one night that I will remember for some time simply because it was just a lovely night with a great person. Let’s call him “Eastside Mario” (kind of an inside joke we have going). Anyways, I was on my way back to my room from a night of drinking and dancing at the café turned club on the beach when I saw a few teachers on the road and decided to stop and say hello. Eastside Mario grabbed my hand and just started twirling me and whirling me until we were just wildly spinning and laughing without pretense. We spun and giggled some more until he asked me to take a walk on the beach with him. Of course at this point I get tense but I decide to relax and see where the night takes me. So in the sand we twirl a little more until he looks down at me and kisses me. Sounds great right? Wrong! Okay that’s a lie, the idea of it still is very nice but the kiss itself was just not working for me. No spark. So I flitted off back to my room to catch a few hours of sleep before the singing and dancing began again. I should mention here that I’m a terrible person because before bumping into Eastside Mario I had been talking with NYC and told him I couldn’t stay because I was exhausted (albeit true I ended up staying out for another 2 hours). NYC and I had been chatting two nights prior to this at a different beach club. I got into a small squabble with a 40 year old Italian bear who decided it was cool to push me when I showed him my disinterest in getting to know him and NYC told me he’d walk me home. On the way he told me how beautiful I was and asked if it would be awkward if he kissed me and I responded “the question itself is rather awkward don’t you think?” but decided that my celibacy thing didn’t include kissing and after all I was in Italy. One kiss, and off I went. I was told the next day that he apparently had a crush on me.