adulting

When I broke my foot in Rome.

When I broke my foot in Rome.

I have been an accident prone person aka a klutz my entire life. There have been many  hours where I ended up in the emergency room with: a broken foot, sprained ankles, broken arms, head lacerations... well you get the point. You would think, as someone gets older their balance and depth perception would get better. This is certainly not the case for me. Let me tell you a tale of about breaking a bone in Rome and how it was handled. 

While traveling the world in 2017 I found myself in Rome, Italy. A place I never thought I would have the opportunity to visit, let along live for an entire four weeks. The apartment was a loft outside of the hustle and bustle of Rome, but a quick 20 minute bus ride would drop me off in the city center, with and outstanding price of 2 euros. This apartment was precious it had all the amenities I would need to live a comfortable life for a few weeks; there was even a washing machine. A luxury I haven't seen the likes of in 5 months. After living in Thailand and traveling in Cambodia for months, a washing machine was an invention I couldn't wait to use it. Too bad it would be my downfall, literally.