Welcome To Roma

Ok, basically I set up this blog since it has been something i have thought about for quite awhile now, yet didn't really know how i wanted to get about to it. So, after some talking around I figured out that this format is sort of sponsored by google and as such lets me easily tie it into my gmail account. But I digress, you came here to listen to my experiences with life, not the mundane reasonings behind why this blog was created.

Ok, so most of you know I am a big cycling nut, and that I sort of had some grandiose scheme in my head before heading out here about renting or buying a bicycle so that I could keep going during this sabbatical from the real world. After living here for awhile now I have found out how and where to buy a bike, but I have also gained some insight into the fact that I am sort of dead-center in an urban sprawl that stretches for large distances in every direction from here. So, unless I feel like a lot of urban riding or constantly dodging both pedestrians and vehicles (mainly the thousands of scooters and motorcycles flying around through the narrow streets and weaving between traffic) or breaking stuff running on the loose cobbles, I think I might just nix it for the trip. :/

In brighter news I got a great deal on some sweet running shoes, so I am continuing to get my blood moving, though not building those slow-twitch muscles as much as before (more like hopefully keeping them from atrophy) and when I don't run I am keeping up my other exercise so that I remain lean while amidst the land of carbohydrates.

Speaking of that though, I have been rocking the kitchen here, even though sometimes it can be a bit of a hassle. The scoop on my living situation is this. I am part of 9 guys sharing a 6th floor apartment overlooking the Campo di Fiori in the center of Rome. While our home isn't super crowded for living, it does get a bit tight in our kitchen since it is about the size of a large studio one in Seattle (like maybe 12x5ish plus the hallway which is maybe 3ish feet wide). All our knives are dull as shit, which is cool since cutting things isn't as fun as making a big mess... Joking aside though, if you haven't seen me make pasta, check it out when I am back home. Last night I was chefing it up for 6, since one of my classmates had her 22nd last night. What did I make you ask? I think I will have to start throwing up recipes some other time, sorry.

Ok, so this first post was a little scrambled, but I have a bit too much in my head for getting out all at once, so stick around, ok?