Rome

Arriving in Rome was easy. No complications at all.

But of course I booked my holiday on the weekend that they’re canonising Mary Mackillop. There are Australians everywhere. Flying with a bunch of very exited but very well behaved Catholics was exactly how you would think it to be, except no singing. Somehow I had expected singing.

On the train into the city it was me and this Japanese couple totally ogling the scenery. There are ruins everywhere you look. Pretty sure I took more photos than they did.

I spent the whole of today walking around old stuff. Really really old stuff. Mostly stalking families and couples. (there were a few people I just kept seeing no matter which random monument I went to).

I saw a real monk. Was pretty excited. Didn’t ask for his autograph though.

Petrol stations here are these funny tiny booths on the side of the road that take up the length of a car space. Speaking of cars, I’ve seen smart cars parked perpendicular to the kerb but I got a tiny bit excited when I saw one parked diagonally to fit into what really wasn’t a car park.

I haven’t eated the gelati yet. The weather is a muggy kind of cold that we don’t get in Melbourne town.

Met up with the tour. It’s 5 girls about my age (including our leader) and one more mature lady. I’m calling it “The Estrogen Tour 2010″ in my head. We all got excited about drinking wine and eating chocolate so I think we’re gonna get along just fine.

No surprises that my italian is comical. But I did manage to order my dinner without using English.

Oh yes, the food here is unbelievable. I will come back fat – I promise.




Ps: All photos are from the iPhone as I cant download photos off my big camera without a real computer.

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