I'm pretty sure the title of this one is hilarious, yes? A strong rival for the previous title.
To start where I left off, after we made pasta everyone in the hostel was hanging out in the common room and we joined in. Talking and laughing ensued for a while before we decided to go for a walk to the Trevi fountain. The whole group of us walked to the fountain but Tom and I needed to urinate and stopped to do so. Slight communication with the group and they kept walking leaving Tom and I peeing behind a dumpster. Who is Tom you may ask? A nice guy from Canada (C-eh? N-eh? D-eh?). Anyways, using my Italian speaking skills I actually sort of communicated with a local and got us to the Trevi fountain and to the rest of the group.
The next morning Kent and I left Maggie in Rome to visit Pompeii for the day. The trip to Pompeii was longer then the actual time at Pompeii but it was totally worth it. The ruins at Pompeii were awesome allowing us to spend the afternoon there and I took about another 100 pictures before my batteries died. Yes I left a change of batteries at the hostel but everything was ok. The flaw in the whole day was not making a plan to meet back up. The thought process behind that was to meet back at the hostel, however they told us it was most likely booked for that night and we would need to find another place to stay. I left Maggie with my phone and Kent and I had his to let us call each other but my phone turned off in Maggie's purse and we couldn't get ahold of her. When we returned to the hostel the guy working told us it was booked so we made reservations at an HI hostel, which was a really crappy hostel. I was also panicking about losing Maggie, even though as Kent and I were in the hostel so was Maggie just in another room. We assumed she would call us eventually so we headed a mile down the road for the night. HI hostels allow people up to 65 stay there. This allows for cheap, sketchy people to stay there. There were four other men in our room and they all wore very small underwear to bed. One man told me I had to move because I was in his bed, even though I put clean new sheets on a bare mattress. I looked at him and said "are you serious?" and he certainly was. I said a bed is a bed and you are being ridiculous and some other guy backed me up. I left my sweaty sheets on his bed, got a new clean set and slept in another bed. I think I was the winner in the long run. In the morning we went back to the original hostel to find Maggie and all was good and right with the world.
Our next move was to the Vatican where we saw St. Peter's basilica, sistine chapel and some other art and I took another set of hundreds of pictures. Nothing too funny or special to report from there. We now are back at Happy Days Hostel, our original hostel, because the staff is really nice and lets us hang out here. We have a train at 6:50 to venice. That may be all to report on.
Yes mom we went to that market and are probably in your old stomping grounds. Literally I could throw a football to the Vatican from our hostel. Ok, Maybe not that close but if I was stronger that would be a true statement.
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Do you think you could have found a bathroom or did it have to be behind a urinal? Tre Scalini and tartufo, the chocolate ice cream bomb, at the Trevi Fountain? OMG, you should always listen to your mother.
ReplyDeleteI mean behind a dumpster.
ReplyDeleteGotta love the small underwear.
Have fun in Venice, Jake! Good luck with the hostels, some HI hostels are better than others. This piece of advice will probably come too late, but if memory serves correctly, the HI in Venice is pretty good (or it was 6 years ago). Do NOT stay at the campground the Let's Go recommends - we did the first night and it is on the mainland, not convenient at all! Venice is great, the best thing to do is to get lost - seriously, just walk where you feel like it and there is usually something interesting around the corner.
ReplyDeleteLOL - When you return home, you'll have to read this. You are one funny SOB.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a child, my mother told me, "beware of men wearing very small underwear!"
Actually she never said that, when I was a child, the whole world wore very baggy underwear. Spandex had not been invented yet. A word of warning, at the beaches, you will see thing that should not be seen. I suspect people do not use mirrors, for their intended purpose, in Europe.
Boun Viagio! In Germania o Francia o dove si sta andando. Dobbiamo incontrare di nuovo.
BTW, google's language tool is awesome.
Ciao,
Stu (Il zio di Kent)
Awesome reporting, dude. can't wait to hear about Venice.
ReplyDeleteUm, I've never commented on a blog before, so I hope I'm doing this right. But I was going to say the same as Alli: get lost in Venice! I did, trying to find the ferry to Murano and Burano (colorful little Dr.Seussish islands, much fun). Will you get to Siena? I loved living in that old town...
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Well, all I can say is maybe you should have slept in the same dumpster you peed behind. It might have been better than the hostel. All joking aside, it sounds like a terrific experience. Like I said before - sure wish I were there! I don't know how many of you are coffee types, but if any are, don't shortchange yourselves in the espresso department. It's to die for!
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