My Italian Adventure, T-Minus 33 Days

(disclaimer: it might be 34 days. I use more of an estimation system than an exact formula, people.)

Top of the morning to you, my fine and loyal followers. It’s Monday, 10:44 am here in the glorious city of Rome. That means it’s a dapper 3:44 am back in my homestate. I’m almost over my jet lag–much to my dismay, I’ve discovered the best way to beat it is to try not to nap until you’re adjusted–but I must admit, I’m already looking to the reverse jet lag when I come home. Because I’m six hours ahead, I gain six hours flying back east. Which means, I essentially get my six hours of sleep back. YES!

Anyways, from where we left off:

After relaxing on Saturday afternoon, we found a restaurant down the street where we had dinner. It was actually pretty good–even if the restaurant was a little americanized–and I was thrilled to finally have some pasta in my belly. Actually, I was just happy to have anything at all in my belly. Because Italians eat so late, we tried to wait as long as possible to eat, which ended up being 7 pm. We were the only people in the restaurant until right before we left, which was was around 8:30. We’d planned on grocery shopping, but everything was closed by then, so while some of the group went out, I stayed in and fell asleep early.

Sleeping was in preparation for Sunday morning’s events, when some friends and I took a bus to Sperlonga, a beach town about two hours (with traffic) south of Rome. Most Romans escape the city in the summer and many have beach houses in Sperlonga, which mean that unfortunately, it was very crowded. But, we did manage to find some empty spots on the beach and alternated laying in the sun with splashing around in the Mediterranean sea. Pretty cool, right?

The beach day was a little too long for my taste. As a fair skinned individual, more than about two hours on the beach is a little too long. So when we left after seven hours, I wasn’t too bummed. The ride home though, was horrible. There was a ton of traffic and the ‘luxury coach’ we took was anything but luxurious. It was horrible. 

We ended up back at our apartment by 9 in the evening, and then headed over to Campo dei Fiori, a square of bars past the river and closer to the Vatican. About half of us stayed out to rage, but as for me, I headed home. Why? School starts today. Oh right. I’m in school, remember? I know. Yuck.

I’ll give you some updates and information on the classes I’m taking and hopefully, I’ll be able to insert some fun pictures soon. 

Wish me luck in class!