Trieste :)

            I had the amazing luck to go to Trieste for one week! I remember that in my first few months here, when people would ask me what cities I want to visit in Italy, I always responded: Milan, Venice, Rome, Sicilia and Florence. Then, I would add Trieste. Italians thought it was funny that I wanted to go visit that ‘’small’’ city.

            Now, how I had the opportunities to go. For about two months now, there’s an Italian girl that is living in my house in Quebec. One day, she called her mom (who lives in Trieste) to know if I could go for a few days, go to Venice for the Carnival and at the same time meet the exchange student in her house!. She said yes!

            Trieste is a beautiful city! The view from the train is amazing, the water, the hills, the houses, wow! I remember that the Italian girl in my house told me that she lived in the hill and that she wasn’t that close from the city. So I was expecting to do 20 or 30 minutes before arriving at her house. I didn’t really mind it because it takes me one hour to go to school here. But, after only 7 minutes we were at her house!

            I was really lucky for the hot weather, even if it rained a little bit! So during the week, I visited the city, saw the parade for the Carnival, went to Muggia, I went to Venice, played bowling, played cards, saw an amazing sunset and took the tramway for the first time in my life.

            Now, let’s talk a little about Muggia! We were about ten people to go there together. We were all going by bus. The bus was so full that I thought we would never all fit in it, but we did it. People were drinking and smoking on the bus. It was CRAZY! From nowhere, a big man appeared beside me. Then he stared to rub hi leg on my thigh. I was near the door, so I thought he wanted to get out. But after a minute, I knew it was something else. So I put my hand between us. He looked at me then turns a little bit on the other side. So I was happy! Then, I started to feel this back and forth movement because his arm was touching my arm! I didn’t want to believe that he was masturbating himself, but after a while it was really obvious! I was scared of him because he was tall and like 35-30 years old! Bu after a while, I said: MA DAI! He stopped, turns in the other way and disappeared! I was so traumatized and I didn’t want to take the bus back home, but I had to! Some people told me that it’s impossible to go in Europe without seeing public masturbation…

            It’s funny how after only two days I felt closer to the host-mom of my exchange friend than my two first host-moms! Now I have to go visit every month the see everybody!

            It was an amazing week! I got the luck of meeting other exchange students! I really think that without this trip my exchange wouldn’t have been really fun. Because now I might do other trips out of Italy with the extraordinary people I meet in Trieste!