Lucerne/Switzerland (Re-post from Journals)
Everyone was up and ready by 7:30 am to leave Florence. However the bus broke down for almost 3 hours, too bad everyone checked out. I wouldn't have mind staying in my room or staying out a bit later at the clubs. I went for a walk and got myself some breakfast since I only had a juice for breakfast. I never knew I was that picky when it comes to food, but I guess I am. I rather starve then just eat anything, especially if it's bland. No, I didn't get gelato this time; I think I had enough gelato and Italian food for the past few days. Finally the bus was good to go and off to Switzerland we go. =) yay!We passed by Lake Como and Wendy got all excited and parade to everyone's that George Clooney lives there. Who give an S****? We finally got into town about 6:30 pm and did some shopping and I brought a bunch of souvenirs-since my trip was about to end and I didn't even buy much for anyone? Of course, I brought chocolates! (6 bags to be exact.) Hmmm.. I wonder how much 271 Franks and 78 Franks equals to on credit? Oh well, I'll find out when I get my statements. After our shopping, I wanted to have a nice dinner before Wendy's friends or so-called Italian bf came to town to visit her. I was just tired of hotel food and wanted a good meal- that's all. Somehow Wendy manages to make up some excuse for not going. I figure she didn't want to spend the money, but it was worth a try.
Ok, I know I told Wendy before hand that it was all right for so-called Italian bf to come and visit, and for her to spent the night w/ him. However that was before I knew we were staying in a hotel that use to be a jail! (Trust me! a night there, will definitely keep you honest for life-so that you wouldn't want to be in Jails!) Even thought they have a upscale club downstairs, don't trust the brochure.. It's really a jail cell w/ heavy metal doors. As we got in the jail-cell room, I admit I was a bit afraid –hey you never know if anyone have die there? So as we unloading our luggage, I made a comment that it's too creepy for anyone to stay here. Yes, I was hoping that Wendy would say that she would back late. Instead she quickly made a quick comment that you're be fine- "You'll be locked up." WTF! That's the point; I don't want to be lock up! I was so piss! After I took a shower I went to bed and when she came out of the shower, she asked if I wanted to go to dinner and I say No. She just left and when she came back, she acted like nothing happen and ask if I wanted to walk around town and I rudely told her, "Can't you see I'm in bed?" Next thing I know she just left.
Anyways, I left the light on while sleeping. It was so hard sleeping with the lights turned on; I was tossing and turning the whole night. I woke up about 4ish and can't believe Wendy really dis me like that, so much for family. What a F**** B****! (Excuse my French or whatever you call it.) I was so piss that I wasn't scare anymore! But there was a side of me that was so hurt that I sat there looking around the jail ceil, wondering how I even got here. I guess the mind plays a trick on you. I wanted to cry, but I wouldn't let the tears come down. She was not worth it, what a F**** B***, no wonder she doesn't have much "REAL friends"- if you keep using them. You know what, what goes around comes around. I'm sorry but I believe in Karma and maybe it's the only way that she'll learn. I use too pity her, but now.. f** that.. Don't expect people to care about you when you don't even give a S** about them. Once we get back in the States, I don't want anything to do w/ this selfish person.
Somehow I manage to get back to bed after thinking about a few things in my mind. I woke up about 6am, pack my things and left Wendy a note that I'll be in the lobby-since she took the keys with her and once the door closes it automatically locks. Anyways, I meet up w/ the group and Wendy about 7ish and all of us headed over to Mt. Stanserhorn, which is a mountain that overlooks Lucerne. The mini mountain car for 4 (or whatever you call it.) up the summit and once we got up there, we had half an hour to wander around. I was still a little upset and bitter how she can just do that.. What do you expect? Me- all smiling? I wonder how she would feels if the table turns, however I would never do that. I wander around a little by myself and it was great, the air was fresh and the scenery was just beautiful.
Off to Paris we go. Great, I guess I have to prepare for the rule Frenchy. The whole ride to Paris, Wendy was being extra nice to me, since she knew I was still piss what she did. She made Kristy, Craig and I a sandwich. Yes, sandwiches during our rest stop. Somehow the Italian guy, who came to visit last night- brought her food, which includes a loaf of bread, meat, some kind of dry mushroom and rice to take home to US. I found that was sort of odd, especially for a guy would do something like that. Maybe that’s love or Wendy asked him too. Anyways, I just listen to my music and read my book- I pretty much ignored her and talked to her when I have too.
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