Atlanta to Venice

Trip Start Sep 03, 2007
Trip End Sep 05, 2007

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Monday, September 3, 2007

This travelogue is intended to document my first real international journey that I have taken in my lifetime. Okay.. second, I visited Ireland a year prior to this but they speak a form of english there, so I will call that a pseudo-international experience. After coming to Italy, I have found that having to speak in a new language adds an element of uncertainty and challenge. (Especially if you only can say, "Where is the ___" and "Hello, I would like ___". When they respond in Italian you cannot understand if they are going to give you want, if they could not understand you, or if you need to go somewhere else.(I think that you will find that this challenge was the source of my stories and adventures on my way to Italy)) The secondary goal of having this log is to pass on my experience, like any good piece of history, in order for those who read it to learn from my mistakes and not make them for themselves. That is unless you want to have a similar experience.

My journey begins with the sadness of tearful goodbyes and loving embraces. As I made promises that I can control time and make it move faster in the coming year, I boarded the Marta train that will take me directly to the airport. Once on the train I was filled with an panging sadness, but focused on my excitement that I was about to go somewhere new to live in a different culture, something that I have wanted to do for a long time. Once at the airport, my bags were weighed and tagged. I checked two large duffel bags each weighing about 25 kg or 50 lbs. I also had a laptop and backpack full of things for the plane. While these details may seem unnecessary now they will play a major role in the future of my journey. I departed from Atlanta International airport, bound for London and then onto Venice with a realization that I was not completely prepared for this experience, and an unexpected calmness from realizing that there was no way for me to be prepared.
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