Leaving the neighborhood, we walked past a few bakeries, the center market, and plenty of gentleman’s clubs. The Romans loved their clubs and loved their genitals.
Yes, That Is What You Think It Is
Leaving the ruins, I walked around by myself to shop and find something cheap to eat considering we were in a pricey tourist trap. I walked into a small department store with several drink samplings. After a few sips, I was suckered in to buying a bottle of sweet wine and crema limoncello. Walking out of the store, I felt broke and tipsy.
I ended finding a meal that cost under £10 and sat down alone under a tent. A girl who was complaining during the tour asked to sit with me.
First, she continued whining about the money she wasted on our Bus2alps trip, then proceeded to tell me how much she hated living in Rome. She didn’t like her classes and didn’t understand why her professors were giving out homework.
We’re in Europe, honey.
There is nothing to complain about.
Thank you Mom and Dad for giving me this opportunity. I am grateful every day I wake up and look outside my window. Whether it is a street view of Florence, or Xavier’s clock tower in Cincinnati, I am blessed to have an education from all over the world.