We are packing up the apartment now ready to head out of Rome. We've all agreed that one could spend a full week here and not see everything. We had two very full days of sightseeing, and on the third day we rested.
Rewinding though, the last time we spoke, we were headed out to Trastevere for dinner and drinks. We didn't make it there. Instead we went to a bar/restaurant near the Trevi fountain called Antica Birreria Peroni. When we walked in I said, "I think we just found the Italian version of Hard Rock," but I was wrong. It happens sometimes. We had a ton of fun with our two old Italian waiters Franco and Giancarlo who were quite boisterous and quite forward. Giancarlo told us he was coming to visit the States and then asked Liza for her email addy and phone number, which was quite awesome. We made our way back to the apt and then decided to go back out since it was so early...but everything was closed so we came back, had a dance party and went to bed. You know, the usual. It does appear that Liza had a little sleepwalking episode, but I think the most logical explanation was that she was up on the computer chatting on IM with Giancarlo. What a piece of work that girl is.
With all that madness, we had a well deserved sleep in yesterday. There were two things on our agenda for Thursday: catacombs and Vittorio Emanuele (+ any last minute things to see). Not to keep picking on her, but it kind of seemed like Liza was the only one who reeeeeally wanted to go out to the catacombs, and she's so bossy you can't say no. She's Bossy... cause she's a BOSS. But we made the trek out there, and all have agreed that it was a nice "countryside" change of place (plus LJ got to frolic with lambs, though Liza wants to frolic in the clovers with rainboats). The downsides: it was not covered by our bullshit Roma Pass, our tour guide was a manic depressive Filipino, and by the time we were done, we couldn't get to Emanuele. The funniest part of the day was that in the final room of the catacombs (which is obviously a very holy place) the tour guide said we could all take a moment to say a prayer, "and if anyone feels moved to sing a hymn from their church, they should." I made the unfortunate mistake of catching LJ's eyes and then spent the entire prayer time with my face like a blowfish trying to resist singing the hymns of my church, the church of Beyonce.
We headed back to our apt and cleaned out our neighborhood market of bread, ham, cheese and boxes of red wine (seriously...when i went back to get snacks the guy asked me if i was there for white wine because he had no red left, and there was a gaping hole on his shelf). Also, apparently there are only two places to buy toilet paper in all of Rome. When we arrived at our apt on Monday, E-Roc made it her doody (haha) to count the number of rolls in the apt...which was three for six girls. Anyone who knows my travel mates knows that we need about four times that much. We solved this problem by wiping ourselves with pages from MBA's Fodors travel book, since it's a competitor of Rick Steves...later we wiped ourselves with THE EARTH'S BLOOD.
Okay, we're in Sorrento now, and I have many more updates to share, but we're about to head out to dinner. We lost MBA this morning, and apparently that stupid jerk took the nice weather with her. We've had nothing but 60s and sunshine since we got here and it's been cooooold and rainy today (which is great since we are now at the g-d beach) Yesterday Fids said, "oh the weather has been so nice, hasn't it?" JINXER. She's pretty much a witch, but I'll explain that later.
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