appartamento

Ma always said that she feels better when she knows where I am sleeping. Here is my rat-hole of an apartment. When I first showed up I was pissed- there is no way you can convience me that the average citizan of Venice lives like this. Example:

The bedroom. We sleep on cots with hard, squeecky matress. Notice the delightful comforters we were given- all the other rooms got a wool blanket. I did score the only real wardrobe which must be opened with a key. Nice!

The bathroom was an exciting new place. Notice that the sink, shower, and toliet are all in one place. Hey, it's Europe.


Our kitchen is very small, and you have to light the stove with a lighter. It only took about 3 burns for one of the 7 roommates to break down and buy a longer lighter. It wasn't me though.


But for the cold, crappy, smelly place it is, we have an amazing view. That is Megan in the kitchen watching some 'Home Movies' (the show with Brendan Small).


And from out of my window.


Rumor has it that our apartment has traditional floors from when the building was made back in the 17th cent., or whenever it was made. This makes for a very beautiful, very slippery marbel in the stairwell. Even an ounce of moisture and it is a slippin' slide of destruction.

Even though I make loud complaning noises, the truth is this is Venice and it is awesome. There is no way I could be here without the scuola and KEI. ~Thank you~