I'm always waiting, but what am I waiting for?

The past few days have been interesting.  I left Poland last Wednesday.  I had a flight from Wroclaw to Warsaw, and Warsaw to Brussels.  Both flights were delayed more than a couple of hours, so I spent a good part of the day in the airport.  By the time I got to Brussels it was after 11:30pm and all of the public transportation had shut down. :(  So, I had to take a taxi to my hostel, an expensive venture, and a disappointing one when I figured out my hostel was in the red light district.  Awesome.  

So, I left Brussels and went to Amsterdam.  I met two Australian girls on the train,  gave them a bottle of water and became "besties".   I went with the two girls to their hostel, The Flying Pig, very cool with a bar downstairs and a very chill atmosphere, and stayed there for two days.  Unfortunately after checking-in I lost the two girls because we weren't in the same room, but I made friends in the room full of guys I was staying with, 3 Canadians and 2 Australians.  The Canadians proved to be a load of fun and adopted me for a couple of days, watching out for me and not letting creepers bother me.  (I don't know what it is about this part of Europe, but there are creepy men everywhere!  I've been proposed two twice, one more serious than the other...) 

Sitting in the train station waiting to leave for Milan, I actually ran into two guys from Argentina that I met on the train on the way into Amsterdam.  They too were traveling to Milan and we had the same car because we'd both purchased our tickets last minute.  

  

In the sleeper car on the train.  On the left is Fabriccio, and the other guy is Emiliano.  

Now, only one of them speaks English making conversations between the three of us interesting, but they're both incredibly nice and gentlemanly.  When we got to Milan it worked out for the three of us to share a hotel and we hung out the past couple of days.  They left this morning for another part of Italy, but I'm only here one more day before I fly to Bulgaria.  

Me and Emiliano right after we had to walk back 10 blocks in the rain.  He's picture crazy. ;)

On a side note, the last play I saw in Poland, a piece called Nefes by Pina Bausch, was supposed to have the director come speak afterwards.  They made an announcement after the show that she was sick and wouldn't be appearing.  I was disappointed because she never ever does talks and thought it would be really interesting to hear her speak... unfortunately, she died the following day from cancer.  I saw the last show she'd ever direct.  

weird, eh?