Today: swarmed by midget children and their teacher who asked a million questions, grabbed me inappropriatly and said lots of things in the only english they knew 8which of course were things you don't say in polite society) all in front of the vatican.
Saw the SISTINE CHAPEL and DIED.
Love this country, miss the internet. Hate the smog.
Would you believe I was in Rome a week and DID NOT go in the Sistine Chapel? I should really be beaten to death. It makes me feel like an awful person. That just means I should have to go back.
ReplyDeleteI love the story of swarming children. That sounds like the community service I did during my entire trip. Actually, imagine being at an Italian high school having to explain the past four and a half months of your life, as they all stared at you. Then, we taught the electric slide. It does NOT get any weirder than that.
By the way, I heart your blog. It is one of the few, nay the only, only journals that is consistently entertaining. This probably is due to the fact that YOU are consistently entertaining as well.
Enjoy your trip, and have fun!
-Ashlie Daigle