Death is a scooter…

…when you are Rome. Seriously…it’s driven by a little Italian man named Arman and he’s fucking barreling down a cobblestone street right at you. Look out!

Anyway, I’m in Rome! Today was splendid…we (being Gail, Ann, Lauren and myself) went to Florence (Firenze) to check out so much historical stuff. I can’t even begin to remember all of it…but the notables were climbing and descending 800 nearly vertical, sometimes spiraling stairs to the top of the dome at the Duomo of Santa Maria del Fiore. It was leg-killing but the view was amazing. We saw reconstructions for Leonardo’s drawings, shopped, viewed a ton of churches and walked probably 8 kilometres. It was out of control.

So, I should cut this short since I’m on Ann’s computer. I will be posting photos and videos of everything when I get back, but look for another short text post in the near future. Ciao!

Bringin’ it from London…

Hello, all! I’m in the lovely Mr. Andy’s flat, finally putting my feet up after a whirlwind day (and 2.5 hours of sleep). We saw Windsor Castle and its changing of the guard today. Andy drove us on the M4 and all over the city itself and then we regrouped at his for a bit before heading back out to street level. Gail gave us a fantastic lesson on the dome of St. Paul’s Cathedral before we decided that £18 was too fucking much for a church tour. So we walked the Millenium Bridge to Tate Modern and saw some pretty incredible works. Gail also nearly burned down the Rothko room, but that was too be expected. Afterward, we shopped…okay I shopped…at Zara for an outfit and then we had an Italian dinner and a coffee for dessert. Now we’re back for a film, drink and hopefully some sleep before an early day and more travel tomorrow.

Until I reach Rome…