Rome, Italy

My loyal readers (if you are even still reading), I can hardly be forgiven for my negligence of the Blog. I have been swallowed by the maelstrom that is the end of the first semester. Please accept my humble apologies.

As some of you know, I recently took off on a grand European adventure for my Thanksgiving break. In order to maximize your boredom, I have decided to break this adventure up into four posts (one for each country). Don't forget to check my pics out on Flickr.

Rome, Italy

I started out at DFW Airport where I had to take off every item of clothing, unpack my bags several times, disassemble my camera, triple-bag my liquids, and say the Pledge of Allegiance twice. By golly, NOTHING was getting on that plane that didn't belong. Although I couldn't help notice that the woman two seats down from me was doing a crossword with a very menacing looking pen. Don't worry, I kept my guard up the whole flight, just in case. Except when I slept. And watched the movie.

I arrived in London, and was forced to hang out at Gatwick Airport for several hours. Luckily, I found the vending machine area, so I twelve Curly Wurlies and five Crunchie Bars and just slipped into a diabetic coma while the hours passed. Before I knew it I was in Rome, Italy, saying hello to my friend Laura for the first time in seven months. I managed to drag myself up to her apartment, (and back down for some gelatto of course), meet and embarrass myself heartily in front of Laura's roommates, and roll into cot.


The next day, Laura and I traveled Rome. We saw the Pantheon, the Trevi Fountain, Jennifer Lopez's hand and car (she was shopping in the city, and I pulled out my paparazzi lens), the Colosseum, and the Vatican. The most exciting was obviously J. Lo. The ancient ruins were great, J. Lo's car was pretty, and the spaghetti with eggs and bacon that I had for dinner was strangely tasty. And of course, I washed it down with another serving of gelatto. In fact, I don't think there was a day on the trip that went by without some sort of frozen calories making their way to my thighs.