Hotel D'Este Rome

... caught my train. I got a window
seat and was able to view Italy's great landscape. The trains in Italy
all require reservations which cost 10 euro however they are much more
roomy and comfortable. They also had a power plug so I could charge my
ipod. The train stopped at Bologna, Florence and then Rome. I got in
around 4pm and headed straight for the hostel. The hostel was only a
five minute ...

... all went to a bar for some birra. I am a little surprised as to how much beer I have had over this trip. That was a perfect end of the night. The bar also brought out a bunch of salty snacks for us to munch on as well. The one tasted like Bugles! Max told us that when he was inside showing the girls the bathroom, he overheard the manager saying "Who wants to take the American table?" Max said it wasn't a bad thing! Too funny!

... think the cab ride was expensive I am not even going to mention how much it cost to send the package!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After getting the package taken care of we walked over to the deli to find out more about the "fennel flower spice" he told us about yesterday. After a brief discussion we found out his sister had harvested the fennel flowers from her garden...................so "search over"!

... kept our hands!)...it was kind of anti-climatic, but still, we got to do it! woohoo! (and thankfully got a cute picture...apparently, there is one line, and basically in order to get your picture you have to pass your camera to the people who happen to be standing ...

OK, so I actually feel the need to clarify on a few things regarding a certain drinking contest involving sever bottles of wine and two Danish booze-sponges... Lee mentioned he had a mild case of sun poisoning. He didn't mention mine. I just wanted to say I tried. I really, really tried. And though I know for a fact that the Danes would have drank me right under the table, I was feeling sick before we started. I knew drinking was a terrible, terrible ...

... his face without flinching. So he checks us in, we drag our stuff to the room, and collapse for a few minutes. Then we drive the car to the train station terminal to return it, and wander over to the Coliseum. Here's one interesting thing about Rome I'd never noticed before: it is infected with romance. People kiss on the streets, fondle each other in buses and on benches, walk hand in hand into metro stations, and generally engage in the kind of PDA you rarely see in the states. On ...

... one day which was very nice and I would def. reccomend it! I loved the outdoor track upstairs on the deck! It was great to run/walk around it and see such a beautiful view. I was sure to get up early every morning to see the beautiful sunrises! The formal nights were fun, and the meals were fantastic. We even had lobster one night, and since our group liked it so much, the waiters ...

... 20 minutos hasta que un guardia nos expulso de manera bastante poco amable como a unos homeless cualquieras(de hecho habia otros dos vagabundos con nosotros), tratamos de ir a la estacion de bus, pero o sorpresa, estaba cerrada, y nuestro bus salia a las 3 am. El tiempo pasaba y nada ocurria, asi que fui a llamar a la compania ALSA por telefono, supuestamente la mejor de espana....mmmm.....bueno, el tipo me dijo que eramos los dos unicos inscritos par cordoba y que el bus pasaria ...

... felt. It looks like the kind of place that I think of when I think of Italy. Not that I don't love Rome, because I do, but it just seems like a big city. Florence was small, quaint, and had the little charms of a new town. Kerry, Kelly, Cal (GU friends) walked around Florence, them showing me the sights, and then hiked to the top of this hill where you can see all of Florence. It was gorgeous! It's an amazing city, and I really liked it. I realized that it's ...

... out, it was probably the best way to come in. From the station, we would have had to battle crowds on the Vaporetto, and then drag our bags through narrow streets and for a long way from any of the other vaporetto stops (unless we already knew that the Acadamia Bridge stop was handy). I seem to remember that we had always planned on arriving at St Marks, and walking from there. That would have been a disaster. I had phoned Jacapo (pronounced Yakapo, as if I ...