I don't know where to start. I don't want to start too far back, because then I'll never catch up to where I am. But I don't want to start where I am, because then I'll never reach far back.
Whatever. I'll just start typing and see where it goes.
Rome was excellent. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Every time I felt like, "okay, I'm done," something happened to make me think, "never mind, I could stay awhile longer." A big part of that were my roommates Francesca and Caterina. They're both from Bologna, Italy and are escaping the post-earthquake craziness by fleeing to Rome. I really enjoyed hanging out with them. Caterina is a robot (in the best sort of way), in that she never tires and is always full of energy. She's hard to keep up with when walking down the street, but bring here in museum, and it takes hours to go down the hall. Francesca is more easy going and go with the flow. A great combo for a great time in Rome! We met up with our next door neighbors (remember last post when I went to play BS with some Cal Bears - them), and at night we all went to the Spanish steps and talked and drank wine. It was great. One of those movie-ish nights. I'm really loving those.
The next day we (Francesca, Caterina, and I) went to the Vatican, which was really, really cool. I loved seeing the Sistine Chapel and all the other art. It was really. . . cool. I especially loved the art that was painted on the walls, because that means I actually WAS where the great artists were. It wasn't a painting that got moved far from the original location. They actually spent probably hundreds of hours in those rooms. Pretty cool, if you ask me.
Oh! And St. Peter's Cathedral was awesome and pretty and big and really cool.
Then I eventually went to Cinque Terre, five cities on the west coast of Italy. I spent 2 days and 3 nights there, which was great. It's supposed to be a great place for hiking and such, but I didn't really feel like hiking. So I just spent most my time on various beaches. Eating pizza. I'm going to come back 300 pounds and tan, so I guess that breaks even, ya? I did one little walk called "Lovers Walk." I did it by myself (story of my life). There was a tunnel with lots of graffiti of confessions of love. "Jimmy, I'll love you forever." "S + R = <3 " "Even though you're not here, Billy Bob, you're here in my heart and I carry you wherever I go. Can't wait to see you in June. Blah blah blah." I found a couple that were kind of cool.
"duh winning"
"for narnia!"
And of course, I couldn't leave without leaving my mark.
So that was Cinque Terre. Pizza, beaches, gellato, and alone-love-walks.
Then I left this morning for what I thought was Milan. But it turns out that Dado lives in Milan the way that Santa Cruz-ians live in SF, which is to say not at all, but it's convenient to pick a big city near by to kind of reference. So it turns out I'm in this little village about an hour by train outside of Milan.
Dado and his dad picked me up from the train station in the nicest, shiniest car at the station. And I was already like, "wow!" when I learned that this "slow car" (not my words) was just a loner because their Audi Q-Something got stolen today from the car wash, which majorly sucks. But don't worry, they still have the Porche.
So we came home and Master Chef (Dado's dad) made us an AWESOME Italian dinner of pasta AND lasagna. And wine. And fruit. And I'm so very full and happy.
So I'm here for a couple days, and I'm so excited. I have my own room, which is a major change from crowded hostels. And Dado & his dad are really great. And I can just relax and watch Ridiculousness on MTV (okay, I'm not really watching), while writing this. On wi-fi that works, so I'll probably be able to go back and add pictures in one go, isn't that exciting?! I think so too.
I'm so happy and relaxed and clean and well fed.
Dado showed me lots of photos of his trip to California, which made me thankful for my awesome parents (Hi Mom & Dad!!!!). They're really, really cool. I you don't know them, you should.
I always think of things I want to write about, and then when it comes time to write them, I forget. Things like how i had to throw away my beloved Rainbows because they turned into death-shoes. And that blog post was going to be called "RIP Rainbows." But oh well.
sorry, i can't rotate it
Or how I found an ancient Roman statue of Gerald Butler.
Or anything about the awesomeness of the Colosseum.
Or how I bought new shoes at are like "grown up jellies!" so that makes me happy.
Or that I got sunburned in awkward stripes that I missed with my sunscreen. Or how one of the major downfalls of traveling by yourself is not having someone to tell you when you have something in your teeth. Or how yesterday I ate pizza for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I can't think of what else I wanted to write about. Probably lots of important stuff, you know, knowing me. But for now, I think that's all I've got.
Love you all!!
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