Hi it's me from Rome

I'm sitting here on the train ride home from Rome on the verge of puking in my lap. We switched trains and I found this seedy donair place... it was literally the only thing open. Let me put it to you like this, my donair contained French fries and ranch dressing, none of these things where requested by choice.

I felt like because of my stomach queezieness now would be a good time to enlighten you on what the hell I've been doing... surprisingly enough not drinking but rather learning things about the world we live in and the Italian I share a home with. 

We started our trip off with an 8 hour on foot 13km later mission of everything we could squeeze in before our legs gave in... and then we did it all over again the following day. I'm very impressed with Matteo's dad, he's had two knee surgeries quite recently and still kept up with us. Bravo Guieseppe bravo. You deserve all the wine your heart desires.🍷🍷

Villa Borghese Gardens

 

    

 

        

Trevi Fountain

 

 

    

The Vatican  

     

 On our final day (today) Robyn- my little but longer sister and I went on our own adventure to seek out the exact spot in the Colliseum where my father once stood in a picture. We believe we captured it here going from the location of the cross.

 

 

 

 

 

Outside the Colleseum 

 

All this adventure lead to a little lunch date with wine followed by a spilt espresso

 because I'm so elegant 

 

 

I'm departing from this now, the train is rocking back and forth and I really do not wish to seek out the foul pee stained bathroom that is a bonus with a ticket. 

BYE

My feet... and fish

If you know me well, you know that I'm obsessive about washing my feet. Maybe it's because I have the worst looking feet known to man kind, feet that make your children go run and hide. So anyways being here with open toed shoes constantly has made me have pure anxiety. As I walked through the fish market this morning there was water all over the cobble stoned floor, and then I realized no it's not water it's fish guts... well it has to be. So I ran back to the restaurant bathroom, locked the door and threw my dirty fishy feet into the sink. Matteo if your reading this... this is also what took me so long. Sorry, but not really.  

 

Candy for breakfast

One only dreamed of dessert for breakfast growing up. 

Crossiants filled with chocolate, canolies and cookies... but damn could I go for some eggs and bacon right now. But that's not a thing. Which Brandon Palmier warned me about but I didn't believe him. You win Brandon, you win.

 

At this moment I am sitting on a beach in the South of Italy with a lovely lady massaging my body as I lay on here her little hands are movements of pressure making my muscles so so happy. I just don't think she knows how much I love her right now.

 

That's not a zit that's a mosquito bite, and I have about 10.

We took a trolley up the mountain to this absolute stunning view. 

 

   
 

I channeled my inner Rose here