{Time: 7:24}{Date: June 9th, 2015}{Location: Hotel Principe Di Savoia Milan; Milan, Italy}
"Oh no, wait" she called after a person she bumped into, an elderly old man carrying groceries. He raised a grey brow at her.
"SÃŦ?" he questioned, putting his bags on the concrete.
"Puoi puntare me in direzione di Hotel Principe Di Savoia Milan per favore?" she spoke fluently. Ksenia may have been raised in California, but her Mother was purely Italian. Her Mother poke Italian to her since birth, her Father spoke English and Italian. Though her Father would have preferred she learned a language like Thai for all their trips to Thailand regarding their diamond company, she never did.
"E ' in fondo alla strada due blocchi , poi girare a destra" the old man replied, impressed that the foreign looking girl spoke perfect Italian.
"Grazie mille" she said quickly with a smile before going in the walking in the direction he told her. She struggled to carry her things down the street as she had two suitcases, a large backpack, and a smaller leather one. She wasn't one to travel without her things. She wondered how they intended to keep her clothed for a year. She could only fit so much in her things.
Upon arrival she was in awe at the condition of the hotel. It was truly five stars. She went to the front desk, in which the lady behind pointed her in the direction of the conference rooms. She walked down elegant coridors, taking her sweet time to admire the building's beauty. Her eyes finally found the door labeled with a piece of paper. "The Wanderlust Project" it read. She reached for the door and slipped her way inside, immediately being ambushed by a man with an Italian accent. He had to be one of the founders of the project.
"Ksenia, glad you made it. You're one of the last" he said with a smile. Ksenia nodded.
"I apologize, I got a bit lost. The directions got screwed up on my phone" she explained with a normal expression. The brother nodded.
"Well your name will be Promise. Remember it!" he said cheerfully before stepping aside and allowing Ksenia to continue forward. Promise? What kind of hippie name was that?
She walked in awkwardly, trying not to look at anyone as she sat down on one of the confrence chairs away from people. To make herself look busy, she pulled out her blue Nintendo 3ds, and began playing Zelda, peaking up from the screen every so often to get a good look at the people around her.
OOC: Grazie mille = Thank you so much
Puoi puntare me in direzione di Hotel Principe Di Savoia Milan per favore = Can you point me in the direction of Hotel Principe di Savoia Milan
E ' in fondo alla strada due blocchi , poi girare a destra = It's down the street two blocks, then turn right
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{Time: 7:36}{Date: June 9th, 2015}{Location: Hotel Principe Di Savoia Milan; Milan, Italy}
This was a dream come fucking true. He pinched himself on the plane to ensure he wasn't dreaming. The journalist couldn't believe he was picked for such an opportunity. Though one could never tell this by his facial expression. His face was the same as it always was. Ryan always seemed to have a neutral expression. It made him hard to read as a person. He walked through the streets of Italy, taking photos of the sights. It was a truly gorgeous city. Much different in person then in the pictures. Ryan sure had a lot to write about when he got the time to sit down and put his thoughts on paper.
Everywhere Ryan went, his journal followed. He knew by the end of this trip he would have one hell of a journey to share on his blog, and possibly submit to editors. Journalism and writing were his passions. Growing up he wasn't like the other guys, he didn't play sports or get drunk, he sat in the library and wrote stories. He helped write the school newspaper, and made top column more than once.
He arrived at the hotel later than anticipated, mostly because he had to stop and take his sweet time looking at everything. At the lobby he got directions from a woman who looked fed up with giving directions.
"For god sake, the room is that way" she said with a think accent.
"Uhm, sorry" he said quietly before walking back where she said. He saw the paper and went inside, immediately greeted by an Italian.
"Hello, you're the last one, welcome. Your name is Ziggy, have fun" he said quickly before closing the door. Ryan ushered inside and looked around at the people gathered. It seemed everyone from different walks of life were here...perfect.
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