Rome, Rome, Rome. I definitely had some qualms about Rome when we first arrived. At the train station we found out where our hotel was. It was right next to the train station, and it was about 50 euros a night. That should've been the first sign that this place was going to be kinda shitty.
We walk out of the train station to find out both of hotels were in a sketchy part of town. The part of town our hotel was in had a homeless person about every 10 feet, and then we had some tall hooded people hanging outside what we believed our hotel would be. We couldn't exactly find where our hotel was so we had to ask directions from a nearby Chinese restaurant which apparently have had the question asked a lot. Our hotel was integrated into part of a complex with rooms belonging to the hotel and belonging to private residences right next to each other. Our room wasn't too bad, but it had no wifi and the only place we could get it is in one room of the place. Our first night the room had two very drunk poles. They taught me how to say "make me a blowjob" in Polish. Unfortunately, I forgot how to say it. We decided that we were going to spend most of our time at the other group's place.
We began our walk through the sketchy part of town to the other group's place. Everything seemed fine except we heard the faint noise of a man yelling, that got louder as we kept walking. Eventually we see a short old man wearing a purple cheetah print, a black fedora, large brown sunglasses, and a black suit walking toward us. He had a couple of suitcases, seemed clean (probably not homeless), and put together. However, he was yelling at the top of his lungs every 3 seconds like he was trying to literally scare the devil out of everyone he walked past. He finally past us and gave his loudest yell yet at us. Needless to say, I instantly started laughing, and Elaine quickly scampered to the middle of the pack so that she was not at the back. We reached the others place to find out they have a fantastic apartment. With plenty of room for the four of us as well.
The next day we decided to go to the Colosseum because some dude told us in broken english that his company could get us to the front of the line for 50 bucks each. We all thought that he was just scamming us so we kept walking, and then a unusually flamboyant gentleman who spoke perfect english roped us into the exact same deal as the other guy and convinced the other members of my group to the exact same deal. So we started the tour and it was terrible. Matteo was our tour guide and he spoke about as loud as a mouse fart. He was also trembling as he spoke. Then he began just explaining what happened in the movie gladiator. Then we were handed off to Greg.
We had to look around for a guy named Greg according to Matteo. So when we left and kept shouting "Greg!" at the exit like an idiot. Then Greg came into our day like a golden angel from the Scottish section of heaven with a "I'm hare". Greg was our tour guide for the forum and palisades. Turns out the dude was Romanian, so I have no idea where he got the scottish accent. Afterwards we saw the Castle San Angelo and the canals beneath them. Then we were off to the Spanish Stairs which ta dah! were stairs. At the top there was a chapel though and inside were real nuns doing real nun things, so that was pretty cool.
That Night we decided to stay in with a few drinks. We had a full day ahead of us anyways. We were going to another country the next day. The Vatican
The Vatican was fantastic, almost like a dream except the amount of tourist in a non tourist season. There was too much beautiful stuff compiled into one spot. Quite ridiculous i would say. it was too much. I was beautied out after the first hour. However, a highlight was that I teabagged the Sistine Chapel which I found hilarious but no one else thought it was that funny. That night Kyle and I went out to a club to find 18 year olds, it was weird. They were with a school group, also weird. It was a lot of fun except that I woke up with scrapes all over my shoulder and my hand. who knows? then we were off to Sorrento.
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