1. Mannequins have nipples.
NOTE: In May 2006, I took a 2 week trip to Italy. I blogged every day except for the last. Until now. This post has sat half-written on my hard drive for seven months. It’s still not the greatest, but I’m tired of looking at the file and feeling guilty for neglecting it for so long. So here it is, in all it’s half-assed glory. As you’re reading it, pretend it’s May 25, 2006. And pretend the writing is better. Continue reading
I think I burned out on photos yesterday, because there are hardly any shots from today. Or, maybe it’s that Rome is much less interesting on weekdays when all of the Romans are at work. The only people who are out are the tourists.
My train back to Florence wasn’t till 6pm, so I had a lot of time to kill today. I walked all over the place. In flip flops. Which I don’t recommend, because my feet were friggin killing me.
There’s a crazy guy in Rome who sits on the steps of the church, holds his knees and rocks back and forth, frantically repeating the same phrase in this raspy sing-song. I wish I knew what he was saying. Probably something like “the end is near.” But I wouldn’t be completely shocked by “Your call is important to us. Please stay on the line.”
Beppe picked us up this morning to take me to the train station and my dad to the airport. I was sad to see my dad go, but excited to check out Rome. Wish he could’ve stuck around to see it too. It was a little sad to say goodbye to Beppe too. Hopefully I’ll be back again to visit sometime.
Today, we walked around and saw most of the mandatory Florence sights. Started with the Duomo, which is really amazing. The building is made from white and green marble. And every inch of wall has some sort of intricate statue or flourish carved into it. The Duomo is probably the most impressive building I’ve seen. (No offense, Bagby building)