Last day in Rome
We woke up the next day before our check out to once again pack our stuff and find that not everything fits in our backpacks; more clothes were to be put on, but not until later. We went downstairs and paid 3 euro for a delicious breakfast, which turned out to be French toast. This was especially a delight for me, because I hadn’t had this delectable treat in a long time.
Afterwards we found out we could leave our backpacks down below in a basement to be watched until our return. This pleased me because I didn’t relish the idea of walking about the Vatican with my entire life on my back, like I did with the Louvre. So excitedly we exited The Yellow to journey to the inner depths of the Vatican.
We took a subway (thank God) to the Vatican. We walked to the entrance and found that the “extremely long line” only took us fifteen minutes to get through and then we were in Saint Peter’s Basilica. This was a marvelous Church to be sure, all of the portions of the church dedicated to the various saints. The highlight however, was in the center of the Church there was the place were Saint Peter was buried. (If anyone has watched Angels and Demons outside the Basilica is where the crowds are gathered and then the guy who plays the young soon to be pope guy ends up playing a dramatic part where at this exact spot.) This was rather cool, and we saw the outside, and later went down underneath to see his actual stone tomb. Very exciting I must say, as when I was a child I always liked Peter the best out of all the apostles. (Maybe it was because I liked how he was always in trouble and forever asking questions.) I would say that was the most amazing thing that I saw. (If I ever put my pictures up on facebook, then you can see them Haha, later I will add links on my blog to them.)
In the actual underground passage where Peter was buried there were many Popes as well. Although, I am not Catholic and could not tell you who is the Pope right now, sad but true. So basically it was like a tourist from another country who had never studied American History before, who goes on a tour of all the President’s graves, just not as impactful as if they were an American. That is how it feels not to be catholic. It was a bit sad but we didn’t go to the top of the Basilica, the line was long and it cost some money that we didn’t feel like spending, one might think this is a poor excuse for not seeing a view, but alas thus is life, you don’t always take every opportunity to see every sight that is available to you. ☺
After this we decided to go see the Sistine Chapel, which I might add, was a price we were willing to pay. Although finding this proved harder then if might seem. For anyone who has not been to the Basilica the Sistine Chapel is not in the little area right there next to the Basilica it is about a ten-minute walk away. We headed in the right direction; however, we decided to follow a tourist group. Somehow we missed the Entrance to the Sistine Chapel and went about eight minutes past it until I asked a member of the group and not only did they not speak English, but they looked puzzled why I would ask them if I was going to the Sistine Chapel. So I ended up going to a gelato shop and asking where the Chapel was and the man pointed me in the general direction. Eventually we made it. Now I would like to say something at this point. Many of us purchased ISIC cards (International Student ID Cards), which are supposed to give you discounts to a lot of museums and random places. Nobody up until this point would give us discounts. (Luckily mine was used in Egypt and therefore it was just an extra bonus to bring on the trip and mattered not if helped me.) So therefore it was very joyous when they gave us a discount for our ISIC Cards, so it was exciting that they weren’t a complete and total failure.
So something else that I want to make everyone aware of, you cannot just walk into the Sistine Chapel, you have to walk through what seems like fifty exhibits of random artwork and artifacts. Including: Egyptian and Japanese art, and about fifty millions paintings of random scene of holy wars, maps, and apostles. So it took us almost a half hour to get to the actual Chapel. This included by passing some of the exhibits. Finally we made it to the Chapel. (Which by the way there was no line.) We entered into the chapel, and wow it was fabulous. It was a bit dark and there were over a hundred- one hundred and fifty people in there. Every so often you would see a tourist raise their camera and one of the guards who were mingling in the crowd would yell and I mean yell “NO PHOTO! NO PHOTO!” I found it ironic after ten minutes there was a loud announcement where the guards stood at the front saying “NO PHOTOS and SILENCE IS TO BE RESPECTED, THIS IS A HOLY PLACE.” Like I said before they yelled it. So I decided to be rebellious and took a picture of the ceiling oh God reaching out to touch Adams finger ☺ I do not regret this. Especially since four other strangers around me did the same thing.
Anyway it was quite amazing and I can see why the Pope used John Tetzel to sell indulgences to Peasants to fund this project, it turned out great results. We spent about twenty minutes staring at the masterpiece and then left. It was time to go to our new hotel. (By the way it takes forever to leave this is not a walk in walk out Chapel, the Vatican attempts to suck you in and make you stay there forever. I will not become a Catholic Statue!)
It was time to return to The Yellow and gather together my life. We took a subway back and collected our backpacks and I gave thirteen little tiny hard candies the chance to make their new home my coat pocket. WE walked three blocks and found the bus station, and thus our Rome adventure ended and our Ciampino adventure begun.
We got dropped off at the airport and wishing we could just go home, and not have to spend the night in this little off the way town, we called the Hotel to see if there was a shuttle coming. There was in fifty minutes. So we waited, and waited, I listening to Harry Potter Seven on my Ipod and about five minutes before they were supposed to come we went to the pick up spot. No shuttle to the Cappella Hotel. We waited ten more minutes, and I am telling you every sort of shuttle imagined came but not our shuttle. The anxiousness level of our group rose, and all we could think about was a comfortable bed waiting us.
However, during our wait the most curious thing happened. A truck drove into the parking lot, and it had two large speakers at the front. All of sudden a loud blare horn type noise, similar to a car alarm came belting out of the speakers. Hundreds of birds flew out of the tree, but the regular birds stood there ground and the tree still had several birds in it. The truck changed their tactic and turned to jungle noises, which were frightening enough for the birds, and to us as well (just kidding..sort of.) I cried, tears of mirth not sadness, because it was one of the funniest sights I have ever seen, and still the Capella shuttle did not come.
I made Phil and Kristen wait until twelve minutes past where the Hotel had said the shuttle would arrive, and then they decided to take a taxi. I was reluctant, especially when the prince would be twenty-five euro (ugh) but no one wanted to wait at this airport anymore so we got it.
Just like a watched pot never boils, and life doesn’t always go how you would expect, our taxi cab entered onto the highway just as the Cappella shuttle made its way to the airport. Annoyance is too tame of a word to describe how I felt, livid, possibly would be a good word. I was spending a good eight-euro to drive one way to a hotel, when I could have waited three more minutes to get a free shuttle ride to the same destination. Yet we were already one the highway and could not easily turn around. So I was stuck paying the eight-euro.
Although, we did make it to our hotel. After checking in we decided to walk around to see if we could find food. Nada. We found two little rinky-dink places, one being Chilean food (in Italy? What is that? Take about a culture gap.) There was nothing to be found and my blisters on my toes were about to claim their own area code in a second because they had grown so enormous and painful and I was limping back to the hotel. So we just had dinner in the hotel lobby. It was quite nice.
I had ravioli of sorts and Phil and Kristin had Pasta as well. It was a quite dinner, with live piano, until suddenly a bunch of High School Italians showed up. They started dancing and playing their own music, and took turns singing. One boy sounded like he could be on the Italian American Idol and we were all impressed. They danced well too, and it was great fun to watch. We never figured out quite why they were there, but it was fun watching them.
Afterwards we went up to our hotel room. Kristen and I both took turns running a bath, and it was glorious. My blisters met their demise and my feet felt better. Meanwhile we took turns watching Italian MTV watching Mumford and Sons’ “Little Lion Man” Music video, and Italian dubbed “Tru Blood.” Quite disturbing actually, not my favorite show, but what do you do when your options are limited.
We slept well but had to get up at five forty-five and caught our six thirty shuttle, which left a six forty, we had learned Italians are not on time like the Germans. Then made our way to the Ciampino Ryan Air Airport. It consisted of checking in, security, waiting, and plane ride, landing in Frankfurt-Hahn. Feeling relieved to be back in Germany, we took a bus from Hahn to the Frankfurt train station, and took about a four and a half our train (with some transfers) back to Regensburg.
We arrived greasy, hungry, and I was wearing splotched spectacles. Yet we arrived and the Jugenherberge or Youth Hostel never looked more inviting. We were home. At least our home away from home and I wanted nothing more then a hot meal, a shower, a fresh pair of contacts, and of course a nice warm bed. Travel week one was now just a memory.
This concludes Travel week one. Be sure to look for Travel week two: Ireland, Wales, and England. Soon to follow!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Chow Bella and Other stories...Being the Third and final Part of Week One Traveling Week Part I
First of all to the faithful who follow my blog, I apologize that I rarely update this and the fact that I have cliffhangered everyone to see if I had made it to Rome or not...I would hope the fact that I am writing to you now, and have been writing to you, is an indication that I made it alive. If this was called into question at any point...guess what I made it alive...so I hope you haven't been holding your breath otherwise you will not have made it out of this blogging experience alive.
Enough with the joking however and lets continue. We arrived in the Ciampino airport around 11:00 or so at night and then caught a late night bus and found ourselves after about a forty-five minute ride to be dropped off outside the metro station in Rome. We knew we were in trouble when we had no clue where to go, but the small panic grew inside me as the streets grew darker with every step and the line of homeless men shivering (I am sorry to say) under their cardboard boxes grew longer. We realized after about a two minute walk that we were going in the wrong direction and turned around to ask the bus driver where to go. We were ten feet from the driver, and it was if by some instinct the driver's direction alert went off and he took off fast then one could have thought possible for a luxury bus. So we were literally left in his dust and Phil decided he had found the right way to the hostel. Luckily for all of us God smiled down upon us and after about a five minute walk we found The Yellow our hostel. Later is was aparent how lucky we were to have found this place because the more we explored Rome the next day, the more clear it became that Rome is no small city. So I was thankful we had chosen a convient hostel location.
We checked in The Yellow and discovered it was a bar along with a hostel...however we took our stuff upstairs to our 12 PERSON ROOM! This I will confide in you was the most terrifying I had cooked up into my mind. When staying in a co-ed room of six 3 vs 3 were good odds that you would survive or fend off an attacker 3 vs 9 are terrible odds and as I don't have six hands/did not have the Expendable team at my beck and call, I clutched my backpack strap tighter, pushed up my glasses which were quite dirty and falling off the bridge of my nose, and tucked a strand of greasy hair (gross) behind my ear and ascended the stairs. We were on the 7th floor or so and the music that was coming out of the bar fell quite after so many flights of stairs. We entered into our dark room after some difficulty with the lock and I breathed a small sigh of relief...okay big sigh of relief. There were two rooms in this twelve person room and our group tromped to the back past sleeping people to the empty beds that awaitd us and discovered that one girl was already there and that we might actually make it through the next three days alive. This was very exciting.
Oh yeah guess what we got abandoned! Phil left us promptly to find his friend who was living in Rome and for some reason he could only see her early that morning because her parents were coming to visit. So Kristen and I were quickly left and decided to go find some food so we went down the street, for as memory served there was a little pizza place down the street.
Luckily there was one two buildings away, and the man was very nice and served us pizza that late. However I made the miserable mistake of ordering pepperoni pizza, which means literal peppers and no meat! So tragic, the longer we stayed there the more creeped out we became. The man behind the counter was very nice but kept getting closer and then wanted a picture which we reluctantly gave, and this man who was like late thirties early forties gave me a kiss on the cheek! I definitely tried to pull away and I just was appalled...I didn't even keep the picture gross...so we left even though he had given us discount food.
Then Kristen and I went to bed exhausted and I not full from nasty pepper pizza (not good bell pepper but weird oily gross like zucchini pizza ugh!) I slept a bit fitfully and in the morning I looked over to see if phil made it and mistakenly thought he was in the top bunk and since no one was there I was slightly worried. It was a happy mistake however when I awoke for real that morning and he was on the bottom bunk.
We got up and walked around all day long, and I mean when we walked we walked! We decided to try and make a giant loop and only take a metro on the way back...not the best plan. My blistered doubled in size but you will soon see why. We started to walk down the main street and decided to get food, I found a fruit stand and got a nectarine while Phil and Kristen got some pizza (much better then the night before) we then wandered about slightly following a map and finally made our way to the trevi fountain.
I think I was the only one who was really excited about this, because (I am ashamed to say) I had watched the Lizzie Maguire movie when I was younger and remembered her facing backwards throwing a coin in the fountain...then two seconds later a famous Italian pop star mistakes her for another pop star and the romance and adventure begins. This being said, I know how to throw the coin in, and was laughed at by Phil when I wanted to throw a euro in, I could have thrown a penny but a euro seemed the most appropriate so I did, some call it a waste but others would agree with me, if you are going to travel half-way around the world you need to at least make an effort to do things as quality as possible on the budget you have.
Oh yes before I forget we got gelato before hand, this is gelato number one of the day. We then continued walking and went to the WC in Mcdonalds...thank God for american monopolies Mcdonalds has been our saving grace more then once. Then continued on wandering, in the hopeful direction of the Vatican. We stopped outside a hotel where a group of people had gathered, apparently the president of Italy was going to arrive but we waited for a good fifteen or twenty minutes and the most exciting thing to happen was extra secret service to arrive...so we left...another near miss of world famous icons (we have yet to see Orland Bloom who was rumored to be in Regensburg...I looked for him!) We didn't want to wait all day if we had so much to see.
Finally after what would seem like 3 hours since we had left The Yellow we made it to the Vatican. By this point it was mid-afternoon and every tourist guide who had special tickets to get to the front of lines told us we wouldn't make it, so after all the walking...we decided to do it the next day.
Then we went on the longest walking portion of my life. It was by the beautiful river and bridges but my feet were killing me! (I won't go into many details as many have told me I seem to point out the negatives of Europe...but as I believe it is my duty to inform everyone how I am feeling, then I am not always going to feel like the brightest orange in the bunch. I also have to be realistic and most of the time I was tired or have achy feet or my tummy was hungry! Haha and it is also more comical to tell you my atm card failed by being eaten then glossing over straight to the fact that I saw the arc de triumph six times haha) So as with each step the blisters grew bigger and my feet had a greater ache in them...I felt like I needed a bigger size of shoe seriously.
We eventually got to this bridge that would lead us to some lonely island place and it turned out to be lame except for it just crossed us over to the other side of the river, which we didn't cross over, but went mid way and got gelato for the 2nd time! I think it was called (the island that is) Isola Island. I don't remember.
We then go nearer to the Collesum and made our way to the archeological sights it was the ancient ruined city of rome and I loved it. Kristen and I also paid to see where Peter was in prison we paid seven euro to see a hole in the ground and a small stone chamber...we also saw the place were Peter had his head indented in the wall, idk it was a part of the wall with glass over it. So that would have been cool but that was the beginning and they spent the rest of the time taking us on tours that had stones talking about history and not good history but just so random hard to explain. Rocks would light up in different colors and just so not worth it for the second part... I would have paid to left haha. Luckily it was over. Then we made our way to the Colessum.
A picture is worth a thousand words and I would need quadruple that to properly describe that to you about how amazing the collesum was. Honestly it exceeded our expectation, we went inside and walked about and saw the different stories. It is just too incredible to explain honestly the coolest monument I have ever seen! It was so old and the stone and the vastness. The only way I could describe it is if suddenly you were dropped into a time two thousand years ago only to find yourself being able to talk to a living and star and you would stand and marvel at what you saw. (I don't know if the star metahpor works but) that is how I felt just like in awe.
We spent a while there and Kristen and I just sat and watched the sun set and it was glorious, one of my blisters popped which is gross but a relief all the same. It was just a good time to be had, and I really enjoyed every minute of it. I would go back in an instant.
We took a metro at sunset and made it back to the Yellow. We ate across the street at a little Italian place were we got 10% off because we were staying at the yellow. I was dumb and decided that I should get bruchetta and Carprese salad...lets just say I had a pluthera of tomatoes though I ate it all I had too many! Later Kristen and I split this amazing white chocolate and chocolate truffel gelato! Divine! Then we went back to the Yellow.
This is where we decided to do something that should have been cool but ended up being scary. Kristen and I were tired and wanted to go to bed...Phil had met friends from our 12 person room and downstairs who wanted to go to the Trevi fountain at night. I wanted to go but was tired and Kristen did not want to go but we decided to go anyway. So we walked as a group and partially got separated and finally halfway (it was more then 20 minutes fyi) we got gelato for the fourth time! Not as good, but we made it. The Trevi foundtain was not as cool at night, and after five minutes Kristen and I were tired and wanted to leave and everyone else wanted to be one with the night and so we decided to go back on our own. So Kristen and I decided to embark on the scariest journey of our lives. We got slightly lost and walked for ten minutes up this alley and the only person we saw was policeman and we were scared but finally after praying and directing we got ourselves part of the way back. We had a small mcdonalds break were I had the most delcious thing from mcdonals ever a cheeseburger with a oregono bun and mozzarella cheese. so good. Then we walked out and turned a corner and saw a man jump out of a car to relieve himself we shielded our eyes from the impending doom and then another man decided to do the same. There were cat calls and we were appalled and fled the scene. I thought for a moment of being in utter peril and then we walked past our hostel and coudln't find it and then we did an ah! Made if safe! To my bed Never again! Never again! Will I wander the streets with only one other girl! It's too much!
Anyway too much writing for one blog you will have to wait for part two!
Enough with the joking however and lets continue. We arrived in the Ciampino airport around 11:00 or so at night and then caught a late night bus and found ourselves after about a forty-five minute ride to be dropped off outside the metro station in Rome. We knew we were in trouble when we had no clue where to go, but the small panic grew inside me as the streets grew darker with every step and the line of homeless men shivering (I am sorry to say) under their cardboard boxes grew longer. We realized after about a two minute walk that we were going in the wrong direction and turned around to ask the bus driver where to go. We were ten feet from the driver, and it was if by some instinct the driver's direction alert went off and he took off fast then one could have thought possible for a luxury bus. So we were literally left in his dust and Phil decided he had found the right way to the hostel. Luckily for all of us God smiled down upon us and after about a five minute walk we found The Yellow our hostel. Later is was aparent how lucky we were to have found this place because the more we explored Rome the next day, the more clear it became that Rome is no small city. So I was thankful we had chosen a convient hostel location.
We checked in The Yellow and discovered it was a bar along with a hostel...however we took our stuff upstairs to our 12 PERSON ROOM! This I will confide in you was the most terrifying I had cooked up into my mind. When staying in a co-ed room of six 3 vs 3 were good odds that you would survive or fend off an attacker 3 vs 9 are terrible odds and as I don't have six hands/did not have the Expendable team at my beck and call, I clutched my backpack strap tighter, pushed up my glasses which were quite dirty and falling off the bridge of my nose, and tucked a strand of greasy hair (gross) behind my ear and ascended the stairs. We were on the 7th floor or so and the music that was coming out of the bar fell quite after so many flights of stairs. We entered into our dark room after some difficulty with the lock and I breathed a small sigh of relief...okay big sigh of relief. There were two rooms in this twelve person room and our group tromped to the back past sleeping people to the empty beds that awaitd us and discovered that one girl was already there and that we might actually make it through the next three days alive. This was very exciting.
Oh yeah guess what we got abandoned! Phil left us promptly to find his friend who was living in Rome and for some reason he could only see her early that morning because her parents were coming to visit. So Kristen and I were quickly left and decided to go find some food so we went down the street, for as memory served there was a little pizza place down the street.
Luckily there was one two buildings away, and the man was very nice and served us pizza that late. However I made the miserable mistake of ordering pepperoni pizza, which means literal peppers and no meat! So tragic, the longer we stayed there the more creeped out we became. The man behind the counter was very nice but kept getting closer and then wanted a picture which we reluctantly gave, and this man who was like late thirties early forties gave me a kiss on the cheek! I definitely tried to pull away and I just was appalled...I didn't even keep the picture gross...so we left even though he had given us discount food.
Then Kristen and I went to bed exhausted and I not full from nasty pepper pizza (not good bell pepper but weird oily gross like zucchini pizza ugh!) I slept a bit fitfully and in the morning I looked over to see if phil made it and mistakenly thought he was in the top bunk and since no one was there I was slightly worried. It was a happy mistake however when I awoke for real that morning and he was on the bottom bunk.
We got up and walked around all day long, and I mean when we walked we walked! We decided to try and make a giant loop and only take a metro on the way back...not the best plan. My blistered doubled in size but you will soon see why. We started to walk down the main street and decided to get food, I found a fruit stand and got a nectarine while Phil and Kristen got some pizza (much better then the night before) we then wandered about slightly following a map and finally made our way to the trevi fountain.
I think I was the only one who was really excited about this, because (I am ashamed to say) I had watched the Lizzie Maguire movie when I was younger and remembered her facing backwards throwing a coin in the fountain...then two seconds later a famous Italian pop star mistakes her for another pop star and the romance and adventure begins. This being said, I know how to throw the coin in, and was laughed at by Phil when I wanted to throw a euro in, I could have thrown a penny but a euro seemed the most appropriate so I did, some call it a waste but others would agree with me, if you are going to travel half-way around the world you need to at least make an effort to do things as quality as possible on the budget you have.
Oh yes before I forget we got gelato before hand, this is gelato number one of the day. We then continued walking and went to the WC in Mcdonalds...thank God for american monopolies Mcdonalds has been our saving grace more then once. Then continued on wandering, in the hopeful direction of the Vatican. We stopped outside a hotel where a group of people had gathered, apparently the president of Italy was going to arrive but we waited for a good fifteen or twenty minutes and the most exciting thing to happen was extra secret service to arrive...so we left...another near miss of world famous icons (we have yet to see Orland Bloom who was rumored to be in Regensburg...I looked for him!) We didn't want to wait all day if we had so much to see.
Finally after what would seem like 3 hours since we had left The Yellow we made it to the Vatican. By this point it was mid-afternoon and every tourist guide who had special tickets to get to the front of lines told us we wouldn't make it, so after all the walking...we decided to do it the next day.
Then we went on the longest walking portion of my life. It was by the beautiful river and bridges but my feet were killing me! (I won't go into many details as many have told me I seem to point out the negatives of Europe...but as I believe it is my duty to inform everyone how I am feeling, then I am not always going to feel like the brightest orange in the bunch. I also have to be realistic and most of the time I was tired or have achy feet or my tummy was hungry! Haha and it is also more comical to tell you my atm card failed by being eaten then glossing over straight to the fact that I saw the arc de triumph six times haha) So as with each step the blisters grew bigger and my feet had a greater ache in them...I felt like I needed a bigger size of shoe seriously.
We eventually got to this bridge that would lead us to some lonely island place and it turned out to be lame except for it just crossed us over to the other side of the river, which we didn't cross over, but went mid way and got gelato for the 2nd time! I think it was called (the island that is) Isola Island. I don't remember.
We then go nearer to the Collesum and made our way to the archeological sights it was the ancient ruined city of rome and I loved it. Kristen and I also paid to see where Peter was in prison we paid seven euro to see a hole in the ground and a small stone chamber...we also saw the place were Peter had his head indented in the wall, idk it was a part of the wall with glass over it. So that would have been cool but that was the beginning and they spent the rest of the time taking us on tours that had stones talking about history and not good history but just so random hard to explain. Rocks would light up in different colors and just so not worth it for the second part... I would have paid to left haha. Luckily it was over. Then we made our way to the Colessum.
A picture is worth a thousand words and I would need quadruple that to properly describe that to you about how amazing the collesum was. Honestly it exceeded our expectation, we went inside and walked about and saw the different stories. It is just too incredible to explain honestly the coolest monument I have ever seen! It was so old and the stone and the vastness. The only way I could describe it is if suddenly you were dropped into a time two thousand years ago only to find yourself being able to talk to a living and star and you would stand and marvel at what you saw. (I don't know if the star metahpor works but) that is how I felt just like in awe.
We spent a while there and Kristen and I just sat and watched the sun set and it was glorious, one of my blisters popped which is gross but a relief all the same. It was just a good time to be had, and I really enjoyed every minute of it. I would go back in an instant.
We took a metro at sunset and made it back to the Yellow. We ate across the street at a little Italian place were we got 10% off because we were staying at the yellow. I was dumb and decided that I should get bruchetta and Carprese salad...lets just say I had a pluthera of tomatoes though I ate it all I had too many! Later Kristen and I split this amazing white chocolate and chocolate truffel gelato! Divine! Then we went back to the Yellow.
This is where we decided to do something that should have been cool but ended up being scary. Kristen and I were tired and wanted to go to bed...Phil had met friends from our 12 person room and downstairs who wanted to go to the Trevi fountain at night. I wanted to go but was tired and Kristen did not want to go but we decided to go anyway. So we walked as a group and partially got separated and finally halfway (it was more then 20 minutes fyi) we got gelato for the fourth time! Not as good, but we made it. The Trevi foundtain was not as cool at night, and after five minutes Kristen and I were tired and wanted to leave and everyone else wanted to be one with the night and so we decided to go back on our own. So Kristen and I decided to embark on the scariest journey of our lives. We got slightly lost and walked for ten minutes up this alley and the only person we saw was policeman and we were scared but finally after praying and directing we got ourselves part of the way back. We had a small mcdonalds break were I had the most delcious thing from mcdonals ever a cheeseburger with a oregono bun and mozzarella cheese. so good. Then we walked out and turned a corner and saw a man jump out of a car to relieve himself we shielded our eyes from the impending doom and then another man decided to do the same. There were cat calls and we were appalled and fled the scene. I thought for a moment of being in utter peril and then we walked past our hostel and coudln't find it and then we did an ah! Made if safe! To my bed Never again! Never again! Will I wander the streets with only one other girl! It's too much!
Anyway too much writing for one blog you will have to wait for part two!
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