May 2nd, 2012
Viva la Roma!! The tour
group hijacked the bus to the Metro station and into Rome we go! We started out at the Spanish Steps that
was filled with flowers. Gorgeous. The plaza around it is so pretty. I love it
here already. After the steps we walked to the Trevi Fountain. Eeep!!! Holy
crap it is huge! And stunning! Seriously, words, pictures, nothing can do this
justice! It is so pristine and clean looking. The sculptures are way more
interesting and pretty than I thought. I enjoyed this SO much more and was so
much more impressed than I thought I would be.
So they say, if you throw
2 coins over your opposite shoulder the first coin grants you a wish, the
second coin guarantees your return to Rome. So romantic *sigh*. Of course, we all did that.
Cross your fingers my wish comes true! There is also a drinking fountain to the
side and the story goes that if you drink out of it your virginity is returned
to you. Teresa and Rachel are going to have to drink quite a lot, haha. I drank
it too even though clearly I didn’t need any help in this area. Still, ya gotta
do it. When in Rome, right? I love this fountain. I just want to sit
here and stare all day. Definitely in awe.
Then it was on to the
Pantheon. Holy shit. This building is huge and epic and has been standing since
27 BC. Are you for real?! It. Was. Incredible. Oh my gosh, I couldn’t believe
how old it is and how so many important people so long ago met here and
discussed important things. Its unbelievable. Truly. The inside had beautiful altars
and the hold in the ceiling is the only source of light so they obviously have
a drainage system in the middle of the floor. Crazy!
Gelato shop was our next
stop and had roughly 100 flavors. Caramel, tiramisu, and kit kat. Solid choice.
After that we went to the Victor Emmanuelle Memoirial. Wow, I mean wow. It is
intense! First, it’s huge. Nexty, it is so white and bright it almost glows.
And after that, it is so intricate and detailed its literally insane. I could
not believe how effing gorgeous it is. This is the man that nified Italy. Yay! But I guess to build it they had to destroy
a lot of Roman ruins that included a medieval village. That quite sucks. The
locals hate it for that reason and that it is so white it doesn’t fit in with
the surrounding browns. Whatevs. I think its gorgeous. And they hve two eternal
flames for the toms of the unknown soliders. Very cool.
We also saw Mussolini’s
balcony where he lied to the Italian people during WW II about how he was going
to restore Italy to its former glory. Lying bastardo.
After that a short walk to
the Coliseum!! They view on the way there is breathtaking. Rome is officially my favorite city. Everything is so
old and the ruins are so beyond beautiful. I want to stay and never leave. All
of it I just want to take with me
SO! The Coliseum. Um,
yeah. So. Frickin. Cool. First, the actual structure itself is everything and
more of what I imagined. Its immense and old and just so amazingly cool. We
ended up buying tickets from a tour guide who would give us a guided tour as
well as entrance into the Palatine Hill and Roman Forum that also includes a
guided tour. Our tour guide was incredible. He knew everything! It was so
interesting and so worth doing. He walked us through the small rooms they got ready
in, where they went oup through the floor, where they slept and the entrance
they walked through. Wow.
It was absolutely
beautiful inside. The floor was not there and you could see the tunnels of the
Coliseum where they used pulleys to lift people up into the arena. Little
unknown face for me was gladiators were a huge financial investment and because
of that the battles between gladiators rarely ended in death; weird. Only 1 in 10 actually died in battle. And a lot of times the
people would use hand gestures (thumb tucked in fist to stay alive) to signify
what they wanted to happen to the losing gladiator (thumb sideways to kill
them). At the end of the day thought it was the Emperor who decided life or
death. I also didn’t know that animal were the first creatures to fight in the
arena. People would spend tons of money to import exotic animal to fight.
Weird. Oh! They also flooded it one time to stage naval battles with ships.
WTF?! How cool is that?! Like I couldn’t believe that! Amazing. We also went in
a small tunnel/room where they threw the dead bodies. Ugh, it still stunk like
they were there yesterday. Ick.
After the tour we walked
around and took some pics; had a very nutritious and late lunch of Pringles and
it was off to the Palatine Hill tour which I hd never head of until today.
Oops. So this place of ruins used to be a palace. It if effing huge! Parts of
the wall are still standing and actual pieces of the marble floor are there. It
was so wicked cool to see. PS-our tour guide is a legit voide twin to Robin
Leach. That shit was crazy. You close your eyes and you couldn’t tell the
difference. Amazing.
The palace was really
interesting to see actually, moreso than I thought it would be. I kept trying
to imagine what this place looked like when it was in all its glory. Probably
ridiculously lavish. Most interesting story was about one of the men who lived
here and used to have like 50 course dinners and for people to accommodate the
massive amounts of food, they would have people in the bathroom tickle their
throats with feathers to make them throw up. Then they would go back out there
and keep eating. Ew.
Sidenote: after the
Coliseum, Palatine Hill, and reading Julius Caesar, I have come to the
conclusion that Suzanne Collins was so inspired by Roman history. All this
stuff is in her books. From the puking, to the arena, the fight to the death,
the fighters coming up from the floor, the names, all of it! Incredible! It is
unreal and totally amazing. She is even cooler than I thought.
After the hill we did a
quick walk through the Forum and took a pic of T stabbing me. Et tu, Brute?
Famished—walked around until we found a restaurant. The entire staff was very
attentive…and creepy. Meh. They gave us free champagne, so whatever.
Eventually made it back to
near the Spanish Stephs. Long story short, Jarrah wanted to buy sunglasses so
we went into a lot of the high end stores; Louis Vuitton, D&G, Burberry,
etc. to try and find some. Well, she is so damn indecisive she can’t make up
her effing mind and I’m dragging ass with this task because I don’t give a
shit. They’re sunglasses. C’mon, it’s not that big of a deal. We literally
walked in and out of each of these stores at least twice. Back and forth, back
and forth. What also grinded my gears is that it was getting late, stuff shuts
down early, and the ONLY thing I wanted to do and that I’ve been talking about
for days is go to this bookstore underground that Becs told me about.
I finally asked the lady
in Max and Co. where it was and I snapped that I was going to find my bookstore
and I’ll be back and hauled ass out of there. Probably not the best decision
objectively but I have a short fuse, I’m irritated with this superficial
material bullshit, and I want out for a few minutes. But honestly, I’ll take my
chances against a mugger or rapist rather than take it out on Jarrah for a few
reasons. One- I would feel bad about snapping on her. Two-awkward would not
begin to describe the feelings of the next 9 days after my having exploded
verbally at her. And three-at least my rage at a raist would be rage well
spent…SO, off I went. Got slightly turned around BUT I did eventually find the
bookshop! Yay! And no English books. Fuck. Me. Bookshop worker told me about the galleria and
they have inglese libres. Success! Bought a non-fiction book about the Borgia
family. Score. Done. Purchased. Finito. Let’s go before Teresa ends up calling
my mother to tell her I ran off alone in Rome. That rage I spoke about prior, remember that?
Yeah, that would be child’s play compared to the Sicilian wrath that would be
reigned down on me if my mother found out I started blindly running around by
myself…in an unknown city…in a foreign country. I’d be fuckign every way for 20
years of Sundays. Shit.
Anyways, made it back to
the store, they were all there. Thank goodness. Hopped the Metro and bus back
to the hostel. Stopped at the mini market the hostel has and bought a pack of
cards for my Nonna, she’s gonna love it.
Started getting ready,
skulling rose wine, pure class. Rach and T finished a whole bottle of
limoncella. Wonder how that’s gonna feel tomorrow? So we finished putting on
the hot girl disguises, tried for longer than I’d like to admit to to tie a
toga, and we were off to the bar. It was 11:30 by this point…oops. Still had a rockin good time. I don’t think you
can’t NOT have fun running around in a toga. There was this totally cute lawyer
from the other tour that Rach made take shots with us and I coerced into
dancing with me. Apparently the girls on his tour told me he doesn’t do shots
or dance…welp, I can be quite persuasive and I really don’t take no for an
answer. However, while adorable, he was super awkward and made no move. Story
of my life.
Super fun time dancing.
And then one of the chefs kept flirting with me…I said to him, ‘I thought you
had a girlfriend.’ He said, ‘I do, I love her more than anything.’ Um…how about
you stop telling me how beautiful I am then? Not that I was interested but if I
had a boyfriend (lol), and he was telling other girls they were beautiful, he
would no longer hold the prestigious title of boyfriend. Gosh, guys are such
retards.