If I had to choose just one word for my time in Rome I would choose -adventure-
Rome is a city of layers, an onion. It is beautiful, dirty, and full of graffiti. Rome is full of storys.
Rome is a pop-out book of the past.
The trip started out with me- being typical Laura...loosing it on the plane. The flight attendant was so into the little speach in the beginning about safety on the plane he looked as though he was doing some sort of dance. I of course was the only one laughing on the plane.
He did not look at me after that. Did not offer me anything. All in All...
He hated me.
The first thing I said to someone in Rome was "parlez vous anglais?"
Perfect...i asked someone in french...if they spoke english......in an italian city.
Myself and Casey decided we were hungry once we arrived (for pizza of course...very hard to find in rome...........)
We received a coupon for a discount at this place called "Alfredos." We thought it sounded good, and walked a couple of streets until we saw a sign "Alfredos." We thought it was farther down so we decided this probably was not THE Alfredos...so we continued walking farther down the street.
We approached another restaurant and the waiter tried to make small talk with us to come into the restaurant. We decided to ask him where "Alfredos" was instead.
"Excuse me, can you please tell us where Alfredo's is?"
"Yes," says the very italian man...
"I GO GET HIM..."
and then he leaves into the restaurant....
me and casey stare at eachother and casey immediately chases after him trying to tell him Alfredo's is a place....and not a person.
But it was to late.
He comes out in less than a minute with this crazy italian man in all white...
"THIS..........." he repeats...
"IS ALFREDO!."
it turns out...his boss was named Alfredo.
Perfect.
We continue to tell the two italian man that we are sorry for the confusion but we were looking for a restaurant and not "mr alfredo." Mr. Alfredo looks disgusted and points us in the correct direction....
to make a long story short we ended up eating at mr alfredo's anyway!
The weather was great in Rome. Wore summer dresses and sunglasses the entire time. We bargained everything- and i made a man very happy by offering him my canadian penny i had in my wallet.
Halloween ended up turning into me and a bunch of people we met along the way- dancing to michael jackson the entire night. I did an epic version of bohemian rhapsody for everyone as well.
Vadican city is amazing. The pope was sadly no where to be found however.
The bus system is brutal in Rome. The streets feel as though you are riding an amusement ride they are so bumpy. The bus is over crowded with one-to-many italian men wanting to assist you, meanwhile you are getting shoved into the door.
We got lost on our way to the Trevi fountain at night...ending up off the map of Rome.
The beggers are much scarier.
Paris is a newborn baby compared to the ancient streets of Rome.
Gelato and Pizza fill the streets.
The colessium stands it's ground to be considered the heart.
I love Rome. My coin promised me at the trevi fountain that I would return some day!
I fly to Germany in two weeks to see my mom and dad.
I love Europe.
Paris is wet this days. Damp and dark. November has a much different feel than September and October. I bought the biggest most warm winter jacket today- its funny how I live in Canada and I never once bought a jacket so warm as this one. Complete with fur and everything.
Anyway-
Thats me.
Vous?
bonne journée mon petit amis!
(i think thats right...)
love,
Laura.
Rome is a city of layers, an onion. It is beautiful, dirty, and full of graffiti. Rome is full of storys.
Rome is a pop-out book of the past.
The trip started out with me- being typical Laura...loosing it on the plane. The flight attendant was so into the little speach in the beginning about safety on the plane he looked as though he was doing some sort of dance. I of course was the only one laughing on the plane.
He did not look at me after that. Did not offer me anything. All in All...
He hated me.
The first thing I said to someone in Rome was "parlez vous anglais?"
Perfect...i asked someone in french...if they spoke english......in an italian city.
Myself and Casey decided we were hungry once we arrived (for pizza of course...very hard to find in rome...........)
We received a coupon for a discount at this place called "Alfredos." We thought it sounded good, and walked a couple of streets until we saw a sign "Alfredos." We thought it was farther down so we decided this probably was not THE Alfredos...so we continued walking farther down the street.
We approached another restaurant and the waiter tried to make small talk with us to come into the restaurant. We decided to ask him where "Alfredos" was instead.
"Excuse me, can you please tell us where Alfredo's is?"
"Yes," says the very italian man...
"I GO GET HIM..."
and then he leaves into the restaurant....
me and casey stare at eachother and casey immediately chases after him trying to tell him Alfredo's is a place....and not a person.
But it was to late.
He comes out in less than a minute with this crazy italian man in all white...
"THIS..........." he repeats...
"IS ALFREDO!."
it turns out...his boss was named Alfredo.
Perfect.
We continue to tell the two italian man that we are sorry for the confusion but we were looking for a restaurant and not "mr alfredo." Mr. Alfredo looks disgusted and points us in the correct direction....
to make a long story short we ended up eating at mr alfredo's anyway!
The weather was great in Rome. Wore summer dresses and sunglasses the entire time. We bargained everything- and i made a man very happy by offering him my canadian penny i had in my wallet.
Halloween ended up turning into me and a bunch of people we met along the way- dancing to michael jackson the entire night. I did an epic version of bohemian rhapsody for everyone as well.
Vadican city is amazing. The pope was sadly no where to be found however.
The bus system is brutal in Rome. The streets feel as though you are riding an amusement ride they are so bumpy. The bus is over crowded with one-to-many italian men wanting to assist you, meanwhile you are getting shoved into the door.
We got lost on our way to the Trevi fountain at night...ending up off the map of Rome.
The beggers are much scarier.
Paris is a newborn baby compared to the ancient streets of Rome.
Gelato and Pizza fill the streets.
The colessium stands it's ground to be considered the heart.
I love Rome. My coin promised me at the trevi fountain that I would return some day!
I fly to Germany in two weeks to see my mom and dad.
I love Europe.
Paris is wet this days. Damp and dark. November has a much different feel than September and October. I bought the biggest most warm winter jacket today- its funny how I live in Canada and I never once bought a jacket so warm as this one. Complete with fur and everything.
Anyway-
Thats me.
Vous?
bonne journée mon petit amis!
(i think thats right...)
love,
Laura.
