For a few weeks I knew a job interview was a possibility in Venice and that I had to be there by the end of the month, just after the Biennale festival. After making my way across southern France and northern Italy for my Cesenatico blog tour, I needed to spend about a week somewhere in between. I spent a day in San Marino and then five days in Verona before making it to Venice on Sunday afternoon, and my interview was the following day.
Before I started traveling heavily, I was obsessed with travel photography. I spent hours upon hours scouring the internet looking for the next amazing thing that I had yet to see before. After awhile, I began saving some of my favorites in a little album on my phone – a sort of dream collection. One of the more outstanding photos that I saved was from the cliff-tops of the Republic of San Marino – a lonely mountain cliff in Italy, with its own country status. So, needless to say, it’s been on my ‘must see travel’ list for ages. When I was looking at a map, routing my next move after Morocco, I noticed that San Marino was very close to where I would be in Rimini and Cesenatico, so I had to plan a stop there!
If you’ve been keeping up with my updates for this trip, then you know that I’ve been pretty much winging the entire thing. But after a few weeks in, I was contacted to join in on a blog tour of a small seaside village in Italy, Cesenatico. Some of the details were a bit up in the air for a bit, but I knew I needed to make my way east from Spain. So after Morocco, I decided to go down the French riviera and then across the northern part of Italy, so at the end of May, I would be arriving just in time for the Cesenatico BellaVita blog tour. I took a train from Florence to Rimini a day early, just in case you-know-what hit the fan – since I know from countless experiences of mayhem and disorder, that nothing in travel goes perfectly as planned.
I took bus #100 from the coast, on Nice’s eastern shore. But I wished that I would have hired a car in Nice, because the twisting cliffside was gorgeous! It inched along the cliffside, on its way toward Monaco. I had grown up knowing of Monaco from its inclusion in various race car video games. As I grew up, I understood it as being one of the poshest areas in the world, and that remained with me as my anticipation grew. I jumped off just after the casino and with no plan or map, I walked around aimlessly through the boulevards and a feeling of chagrin crept up inside of me. I visited the beautiful park and wandered down into the poshest shopping mall I had ever seen, yet I was disappointed with the atmosphere of this small coastal principality. Tall buildings like that of a large American city and little natural physique remained. Money can buy you a lovely car, and a lovely building with a lovely view, but the endless grays of the buildings and streets mixed with the endless glossy reflectional windows disturbed me.
I’ve always wanted to travel the world – the past few years, I’ve been blessed to do just that. I’ve always wanted to live abroad – I have for a couple of months now. I’ve always wanted to live in another country long enough to become an expat local – and now, the opportunity has presented itself. For the past few months, I’ve been writing various articles and stories for an online website, and after a brief and friendly business relationship, I thought it might be nice to settle down in Venice and take on a larger role for the company. While I’ve had the date of my ‘interview/in-person meeting’ for about a month now, I wasn’t really sure anything would work out exactly. But after a short 10-minute interview, I’ve become the newest part of the team.
I flew back to Europe from Morocco. After growing up and reading the Count of Monte Cristo, I thought it might be fun to see Marseille, and fondly enough, Marrakech is connected via Ryanair. I decided to leave my rant on Ryanair out of my last travel update, because I enjoyed Morocco too much – even though I flew with the same service from Sevilla to Marrakech. It also happened to be that my flight to Marseille was even more awful.
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