Friday, September 22, 2006

when in rome...

... do as the Romans do.

Which, as far as I've witnessed tonight, involves getting pissed drunk and sitting down at one corner of Termini station, getting into a fight, and if you're a clerk in a supermart, bowing low and repeatedly saying 'Sayonara' to the first Asian chick you see. (I was rather stunned so I just sort of stared and floated away, which could've made him think I really don't speaker Engrish).

All in all... Not a very good first impression, ja?

I'm already missing my Venice accomodation. It was so clean, and nice, and peaceful... Over here the only peace I think I'll get is... well.. wait let me pause and think of something. Hmm. Ha. He. Weird. Can't think of anything to fill in the blank. Oh well.

I'm in bloody Roma and I don't feel even a teeny weeny bit excited!!!

Oh vell.

Tomorrow will be going down to Villa Borghese, the Spanish Steps, Piazza Navona, the Pantheon and the Trevi Fountain.

Saturday will be spent at the Roman Forum, checking out the Colosseum and Caesar's monument thingummy. Can't wait to say 'Ettu, Brute?' there.

Sunday will be Vatican, Vatican, Vatican.

Hopefully nothing will go wrong with our plan! Pray pray pray!

'Tis the last leg of our journey...

I feel like... I dunno. Sad? At the same time I'll be able to breathe a sigh of relief? I dunno.