Another one rides the bus.

The discussion before theology class this afternoon devolved into a discussion of how to beat the system when riding (or attempting to ride) a train in Italy. It occurred to me that a great deal of savvy-gathering ought to be done by any traveler to Europe, before leaving western hemispherical soil. Learning on your own may make the lessons stick harder, but the wear and tear on your nervous system is most likely not worth it.

Expect the train twenty minutes either side of the scheduled arrival time, but rarely (if ever) when the board actually says.

Don't expect it to be at the designated platform when it does arrive. It's probably over...there... someplace.

Don't bother asking if you are allowed to sleep in a train station, because they will kick you out. Just do it without asking.

Avoid sleeping in train stations at all costs.

Don't trust someone who speaks really good English. They're trying to scam you.

Don't trust someone who speaks really poor English. They're trying to scam you.

And so on...the list will be added to many times, I'm sure. After all, I've yet to go anyplace myself, as yet. I should work on that. Maybe go to Rome this coming fall....spend a week in the British isles on the way. Oh, yes. Very good stuff.

Gross

I cleaned a vacuum today.

Please don't ask me what I found. My anthropological instincts tell me I'll make more money if I keep it under my hat until National Geographic arrives.

Can't say I didn't warn you.

I said back over Christmas that blogging would virtually cease once I got back to school. I was telling the truth. Somehow I can't bring myself to spend a few precious minutes blogging when I could be doing something much more productive. Like sleeping.

I never thought that sleep would become such a dear commodity as it seems to be now. If I'm not studying or otherwise scholastically occupied at a given moment, I will be found either (a) acutally sleeping or, (b) thinking about going to sleep or, (c) just waking up from sleep.

How sad. Oh well. Back I disappear into the world of non-blogging.

Good night.