trenitalia

Marco says he hates saying goodbye so instead he said bye. hahah do not cry baby...it is so funny how he says this in his accent. There are so many people that come and go on the farm. it must be quite sad and exciting , sending off what seems to be parts of yourself back to where they "belong" and all over the world. Within these past two weeks i have had to say goodbye to so many people that ive grown to really like.
but rather than looking at the coming and going of these people in my life as goodbyes...i feel it is more appropriate  when i say that i look at them as moments i can keep and new parts to myself in forms of  opinion, fact, knowledge, and personality..even music. or especially music.
omy i just remembered i had a very strange dream. i will talk about the bits and pieces i recall before I forget! sooooo
i was climbing up some weird ancient matble stairs, very narrow in width, and Cloudia was hurrying me up (cloudia was like the teacher-mother of my group on my teaching trip in taiwan last summer). Anyways when i got there i realized i was late for my work study at ucla. supposedly i was given the job as pizza cooker in the cafetieria! i was working with all the athletes since the one thing we had in common was that we were all undeclared ( this was a deja vu of my orientation in which i was in a group with many athletes for exactly this reason). then one of the track girls nicely/bitchily said to me.."youre sooo late. but i kneaded your dough for you." she jumped outta what was now my station as pizza maker and i apologetically started to make my pizza...with all my buff athlete co workers doing other very seemingly strenuous cooking activities. the heat was killer in there and when we were cooking the pizza in the oven it felt more like we were all working in a coal mine instead. this part of my dream must have had something to do with the fact that while cooking in the hot kitchen with Francesco, the other day, he laughed, saying that this heat in front of his huge stoven, in his more than warm kitchen, on a 100 degree day was his prepartion and training for hell. thats why they got hells kitchen from probably. okay out of reality and back to the dream..next i was in ancient rome/ china. There were roman bells in chinese temples and we were in a desert like mountainous area. then i was in some game room or super market and noel and hannah joo were there and there was some sort of get tohether or competition we were playing for some event.. i am very confused and cant remember this part at all...so weird.
i said i felt sick got a fake call slip from my dad and went away... somewhere.
omy the train is heading out of parma into la spezia as i speak! so excited and nervous that i am on the wrong train i have buterflies in my stomach. but dude they just said la spezia on the speaker so im good plus i asked like twenty million people to confirm.

i am being super distracted and very lengthy in writing since i have nothing better to do on this two hour train. i am in disbelief that my stay at the farm is over. my ciaos ( the goodbye ciaos and not the hello ciaos...its like aloha) well my ciaos to everyone, i felt like they should have been said louder our longer or i dunno they needed to be special because i am really going to miss Francesco, marco,and lucca and theyve been only kind to me and fun and very loving. however my ciaos were cheery and short hahah and  yet i guguess thats what life is!  I rushed marco and had him stop eating  to take me to the train stationafter i finished speed eating my lunch  for the first time here. i gave francesco and marco a handmade card. a pan of pasta and a watermelon is what i respectively drew for each them.

holy crap i am really diggin into this blogging train activity arent i! i think ill tale a break. i feel like my organization was like a very complicated movie it kinda started and ended in the same place..and i went into dreams and back to reality haha inception.
okay ciao. im going to do some other train activity now.