My main issue all morning was that I hadn't spoken italian in approximately 3 months and wow I was rusty. I felt so stupid trying to communicate with the locals, especially when they basically said "fuck it, lets use english". I felt like just another idiotic tourist. Fortunately, this experience really made me feel determined to get my italian back to its former level.
Anyways, I spent a couple hours walking around Termini looking for two things: 1) a bank that will let me withdraw money and 2) a free wifi hotspot, which I was told before going are supposedly very prevalent.
I probably went to 10-15 different indoor banks and ATMs attempting to get money out, being frustrated by the fact that the ATMs request a 6 digit maximum code, while mine is 7 digits. fI even had an indoor banker come out with me to an ATM and tell me to enter only the first 5 digits of my code, which by the way didn't work at all, before I simply gave up and found a group of Americans to ask. It turns out I have to call my bank and change the pin number to a shorter number, which I have yet to do. I'll take care of it in the morning I suppose. As a result, I spent the rest of the day living of 20 Euro that my friend Mark gave me for my birthday as well as using my brand new credit card excessively.
As for the wifi hotspots, I found one free wifi hotspot throughout my entire day of exploring and wandering about Termini... once I had already paid for internet use at an internet cafe because I didn't want my parents or Sloan to worry for my safety. By the time I got back to my cheap, barely 2-star hotel from searching for these things fruitlessly and attempting to break a difficult language barrier as a result of my rusty Italian speaking I was completely frustrated and tired from walking and jetlag. I relaxed for a little bit and took a shower.
Later in the evening, after enjoying my first delicious italian margherita pizza, I went out to a pub called the Druid's Rock and spent my first 30 minutes there in near-silence sipping on my 6 euro Carlsberg beer because there wasn't really anyone to talk to. Fortunately after a little bit I got in a pretty nice conversation, entirely in italian, with the bartenders, really building my confidence in speaking and listening in italian. After spending a good while practicing my italian and learning about italy's culture from the bartenders, an aussie walked in.
This guy literally knew NO italian and walked in asking if anyone spoke english, so being me I of course had a chat with him. It turns out that he was a fairly interesting guy who was coming from his brother's wedding in Poland, at which he got completely blasted off vodka, taking shots from around 4pm until 730am. Him and I had a good long talk, deciding to sit outside, where we met a couple of scottish blokes. I definitely had some trouble understanding the scots, but accent was absolutely hilarious, legitimately making me chuckle merely because of the way they sounded at times, although I'm sure they thought it was because I thought they were funny :P It was really nice to get to talk to some people in english for the evening after having spent all day struggling to remaster my conversational italian.
Tomorrow should be really fun: Im gonna go explore the Colosseum and the Roman Forum. Wish me luck :)