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