I couldn't think of anything new and interesting to write about, so this is something that happened to me when I was traveling a few years ago.
The first day I spent in Rome after my horrible budget tour returned me there, was at a tour-booked hotel. Like most if not all of the hotels they had booked us in, this hotel was close to nothing. Luckily there was a metro station nearby, and from there it was about a 10-minute ride to Piazza De Spagna. From the Spanish Steps, you could walk around and see almost everything touristy. So in that respect it wasn’t too horrible. Wasn’t too horrible assuming, you could get to the metro station from the hotel.
I got lost every time I went to or from the metro station. The problem was that
there were two stations a few blocks apart and I could never remember how to get
to either one so I headed in the direction of the station and ended up walking
around until I ran into one of the two. I was only at that hotel for two days,
but I went to the metro 5 times and got lost four. Coming back was a little
better because I knew the name of the station I wanted, but every station has
about 5 exits and, me being me, I never found the right one.
for reasons that would take too long to explain, I found myself in Rome with
nowhere to stay after the tour ended. So on my first full day in Rome instead of
seeing the sites I spent most of the day trying to find someplace to stay.
Finally I found a place and had a reservation set and I hit the metro to head
back to Hotel Roma (or whatever it was called). When I got off the metro I
started walking and ended up coming out on a street I had never seen before; not
surprising I guess given my propensity for getting lost.
when I stepped into the sunlight I noticed something going on close by. There
were more people out than I had seen on my previous forays, and everyone was
crowded onto the sidewalks. When I got close enough to see around them I
realized there was a parade going on. Now this wasn't just your ordinary run of
the mill parade, it was really cool, like circus parade cool. I mean it had all
the usual marching bands from schools and fancy cars with important looking
people and stuff, but it also had, get this, fire eaters. It was like the
coolest thing I'd ever seen. I have no idea why they were having a parade down a
busy street on a Tuesday at 4:00 in the afternoon, but hey when you have people
eating fire and breathing fire, does it really matter why they're having the
not sure how long I stood there watching the parade go by feeling supremely
lucky to have stumbled onto it and still in Awe of the fire breathers. After a
while it ran down as parades do and I went along my way, my extremely lost way.
I think it took me a half hour to get back to the hotel that was a mere five
minutes away. Well it was if you knew where you were going. For once though I
couldn’t care less because getting lost had found me a parade with fire
eaters, who knew what it would find me next.