Rerouting

Every Tuesday, Scholar's hosts karaoke night, which makes Tuesday my new favourite day of the week. But before I go into the details, first I need to tell a little tale of my ride up there on the bus. I decided to wear my new short, ruched white dress with the one shoulder strap I bought from this cute little boutique. I love finding random little stores tucked into the crumbling alleys of Rome. Anyway, this old woman came on the bus and made it very clear

that she did not approve of my outfit. In my defense, I was going to a bar? I also had on a pair of black leggings under the dress that I took off once I got to the bar and shoved it inside my purse. The bar is hot, and I wanted to dance. When she first started lecturing me, I told her I don't speak Italian, but she kept rambling on. Some people overheard her and explained to me that she always comes on the bus and talks to people about Jesus Christ.

A bunch of other au pairs and myself went into Scholar's and spent the entire night flirting with other tourists and singing embarrassing ourselves on stage. 
At the beginning of the night I had an awkward moment in the bathroom with a guy from California. He bumped into me 'accidentally' (so subtle...) We talked for a bit but I was definitely not interested in him. After making small talk he told me to meet me on the dance floor later, and unfortunately he spotted me with my au pair friends by the bar. I told him, "Oh great, you found me." I don't think he knew that I was being sarcastic. 
I also got to meet a group of Australian boys which was wonderful. We all left the bar around 3 am and the other au pairs and my outback mates went to find something to eat near Piazza Venezia. When we all said our goodbyes this is when the worst night of my life hit. I had to take the night bus alone because the girls I went out with don't live near me. I should've just taken a taxi or called one of my Italian friends to come get me, but for some reason I like to learn all of my lessons the hard way. Before I got on the bus I told the bus driver my neighborhood and made my voice high at the end so he knew it was a question. I'm not going to name my neighborhood on here but he assured me that yes, yes, this is the right bus. Well... He stopped everywhere but my neighborhood. In fact, I saw everything in the entire city except where I needed to be, and lucky me got a nice tour of the outskirts of Rome. For the entire two hours, I was the only girl on the bus. One guy was even drinking straight from a wine bottle. I mean... Can you even do that on a bus? I sobered right up once I hit the outskirts. I panicked and called my Italian friend freaking out but his phone died. So then I called my friend all the way from Canada and in between tears explained to him my situation. I could only hear about half the things he was saying but it helped, and finally... finally, finally, FINALLY, I arrived home at 5:30 am. I took a nice hot shower, made myself a cup of tea, and went to bed. 

Today it rained, and back in Canada, this would be considered a pretty rainy day at best. Nothing out of the ordinary. On and off periods of showers that left puddles and a bit of flooding, but nothing serious. Well, the Romans lost their minds. News crews were up and down my street filming the 'floods' and everyone on the streets was talking to me with fear in their eyes, and it really wasn't difficult to understand what subject they were talking. I would love to put a Roman on the Maid of the Mist just to see their reaction. It was a rainy day, yes, but va bene.
At dinner tonight while everyone was happily chatting about their day, Giulia asked me what kind of wine I liked best. I told her the red kind we always drink from Capalbio, and she went on explaining the different wines of Italy. This is a 9 year old girl, here... Amazing. She's wise beyond her years, and can teach me a thing or two about good wine.