Third Year Abroad

By LittleLots

Having walked so much my foot was bleeding (quite literally, one of my converse is slightly stained) the previous day, I took it slightly easier and spent most of the day trawling the internet in the hostel looking for more potential flat viewings. During this time, I was called in to help translate between an American and a young Italian guy who worked at the hostel. Surprising seeing as I'm still having difficulty speaking Italian without it turning into Spanish, but somehow we managed. Also discovered that apparently the hostel worker is a budding rap artist, he did look slightly disappointed when I said it wasn't really my thing... Anyway this all resulted in my being invited out to drinks in the evening as it was the American's last night, so we met up with a couple of his Italian friends and went to some bars around Navigli.

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