Roma
Italy on September 24, 2008 at 1:36 pm
If you are reading this second instead of first I'm going to stab you in the eye. If you are quick on your game and are reading this before I finish writing my other post your eyeballs are safe friend.
Night train to Rome was pretty good. I got there and there was an Italian family of three in the car already, six to a room, but there's not really enough room for everyone unless in bed.
So I'm stuck hanging outside with an Australian fellow who has been on the road for 2 months, he ran with the bulls in Spain!
Our sixth member was a girl from Munich going to study in Pisa. So us non Italians went to the Bistro car and sat with this Austrian girl who had lived in Australia.
Both were pretty good looking, basically all women in Europe are beautiful or a ton visit Europe.
They are make-you-want-to-learn-whatever-it-is-they-are-speaking kind of good looking.
Helena, the German, speaks German, English, Italian, and Latin. Which is freaking amazing. She managed to use the word "omnipresent" which was fantastic. I'm always amused when English isn't people's first language but they know obscure words or make jokes/puns properly.
If you're wondering how she used it… We were talking about the Holocaust and how it's taught. She said it's taught and talked about almost weekly to the point where it's omnipresent.
I got tips on Oktoberfest that I used later. Scott(au) offered me his drinking cap, but what do I want YOUR cap for?
In Rome I found this huge building I remembered from my last time there. So I had my bearings immediately. Which is kind of a shame because I saw basically everything in 2-3 hours of walking.
Then I spent rest of time walking around and reading Harry Potter. English book selection in Germany is slim. I have Selected Monty Python Skits, but imagine how dry and confusing it is on film and then multiply that by the square root of paper.
Only eventful thing was these fucking Italian kids who reminded me I hated the people in Italy last time I was here.
I'm walking down the street and there's a sign for Guiness but the ending is covered up so it reads guini. So I'm musing over this and then karma is like hey sup? And I get hit with a spitball.
Oh ho ho, your friends in Barcelona must have sent you.
So I'm stopped middle of a road staring at them contemplating the various ways to introduce my ukulele to their faces. If I wasn't such a conscious passivist I would have ran them down, but if they tried any further aggressive acts I was ready to engage. I was leaving the country anyway it would have been perfect.
So after that I visit the Trevi fountain. Last time I was here I flipped a coin in and it's suppose to mean you'll come back. Well fuck me sally I did.
I didn't flip a coin this time.
Train back to Munich was with 2 girls from Sweden they were cool. Back to back cool people on trains makes me happy. 3 other people got on in Florence but I was in bed at that time.
What happened today, the day after this one will be above. Probably after I write about the stuff I forgot to put in this post.