In the early hours of morning before the sun peaks out from
the horizon, the aroma of fresh bread baking wafts up to the third floor and
into my room at the Palace Hotel in Senigallia, Italy. I check my watch, and discover it’s
nearly three hours before the alarm will begin its incessant chirping.
I layer myself up in running paraphernalia and tiptoe out of
the small room, trying my best to not wake my roommate. As I creep down the carpet-lined
stairs, avoiding the small, shaky eleva...
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After a while of traveling in foreign countries, you begin to realize that it's not just your luggage that can get lost. When you don't speak the language, you loose your ability to speak. If you can't decipher the written word, you loose your ability to read. And if you can't read the signs to know where you're going, you yourself can get lost. It can be a bit overwhelming, and at times humiliating, but I'm sure even Odysseus experienced frustration on his adventurous travels. This blog is my account of my travels. Hopefully, my blunders will assure others that they are not the only ones lost in translation.
