A Travellerspoint blog

May 2014

cannes, Monaco and Nice for one more night

Cannes and Monaco day trip

Today was another rough day to wake up to. I needed breakfast because I had not eaten since lunch yesterday. Breakfast was Comprises of orange juice, a chocolate filled packaged croissant, and some dried bread biscuits with jelly. This morning the hostel had a free walking tour around Nice. Anything free is a good thing especially backpacking. Most of my roommates went on it and even had some poeple from the hostel join us.   Diana an aussie from Sydney had joined us. She too was backpacking solo and wanted to see what nice was about. We waited for a long time until finally out tour guide showed up. I didn't get her name but she was studying abroad and was feom the Ukraine. This wasn't a job and she was using this tour and others to help her learn how to be a professional tour guide. She had all her facts in order and was very interactive. She led us to another hotel to pick some more of the group up but no one showed. She took us first to a square that had 7 sitting down statues. Representing all 7 Continents sitting and talking to one another.  Then there was the statue of appolo. The statue had some history to it and apparently had gone through quite some surgeries due to his genitalia being too much for the public. The story is pretty long but funny when you think about it. So the local didn't like the size of his manhood and they decided to shorten it. Then they didn't like it because he was still naked. So they all hid him inside a stadium and he wasn't seen for 30 years. After that time a journalist heard about a statue that had been hiding and with the help of alot of votes and people the statue was put back and decorated. Now the locals didn't mind it and is now a big spot in the heart of Nice. We walked over to the market and saw alot of fresh fruit and cheeses. The tour guide told us to buy some food for a picnic that was scheduled for later on in the day. So i bought strawberries and oranges. She also told use about a local dish from Nice called Socca which is Chick peas cooked till it turned into a thin pie. I didn't try it because i was fixed on taking footage and picture of the market. Everything was very fresh even the fish with the clear eyes an no fishy smell. Around noon a loud cannon had sounded and she gathers us all to explain what had happened. Back in the day a very rich and powerful man lived in nice. He had a wife that loved to wander around Nice and sometimes came home really late. He wanted to set up a system so that she knew what time she had to be home and what time it was. He convinced the mayor to fire a cannon everyday at noon to alarm the wife of the man so that she knew it was time to come home. Everyday since that day a cannon is sounded to follow the tradition. We walked over to old town nice were the churches were very nice and had been open to the public for tourism. We started to hike up a mountain called the château. It had a man made waterfall and and a greatview. So mid way up we walked passed the waterfall and got nice and fresh from the mist blowing from it. A but higher we came upon a clearing and had a great view of nice and the picturesque azur coast. Higher up we reached reached the tope were some ruins of an old castle had been preserved and the rest had been made into the nicest public park i have ever seen. We all sat and started to have our picnic.  The strawberries were all really tasty and the orange was super juicy. I good snack especially after the hike. We even played a game called mafia were it's kind of like duck, duck, goose but for adults. Soon the tour was over and do Reva wanted to go to the beach. The swedish guys and Daina joined and we all walked back to get changed. The day was too prefect to not go to the beach and i couldn't wait. Soon we all changed and walked down to the shore. The beach in Nice is a pebble beach so it hurt to walk on. I wanted to jump in immediately but had to put sunscreen on the tattoos to protect them. The water was pretty much a polar plunge and hurt alot. For the beach to be so bruit if up but painful was a horrible contradiction. I knew now why the locals were not swimming.the weather then started to turn dark and it was about time to head home. So we made it back inside and i made it back first so I took the opportunity to take a quick shower. When I got out everyone in the room was on their phone and was planning for later on in the night. I bought some smirnoff because It was hot and It wanted something to get refreshed. So i bought the big bottle and next ring you know I was learning games like cheers to the governor and kings cups. 1,2 bottles went by and then we took over all the tables in the lounge and had had a great time. Then new people in the hostel wanted to go to waynes and the others knew the.way so we walked altogether to waynes. As soon as I got there I ordered a desperado. Such a great drink....I don't know why the states doesn't have it. The crowd was on full rowdy mode and wanted to sing along to all the songs they played. As the night progressed I noticed a large amount of poeple stuck at the bar and the Canadians had met even more Canadians at the bar. I wanted to get into into the mood with everyone else but I wanted to leave early tonight because tommorow was an early day trip to cannes and Monaco. Around 1 am Reva and some others from the hostel started to walk back to the hostel. When we arrived we were very quite and got in bed very quickly. I woke up the next morning very early and went down to the breakfast. Reva and Daina were up ready and I also met the 4th member to out crew. Corey....Another Canadian. Good poeple though and had been travelling for a while. We all walked to the train station and deciphered the electronic ticketeer because it was all in french. We boarded the train train and it took 20 minutes to arrive at cannes. Today was a special day it was the kick off day to the Cannes Film festival. I heard about It and knew what it was about but didn't imagine been their in the time that it would happen. We walked headfirst into where the action was going to happen later. Unfortunately alot of things had been gated off and one needed an exclusive pass to go any where.  So we walked along the beach and enjoyed the weather. I should've worn a tank top today because i need to fix my farmers tan asap. We walked by by the yachts ans talked alot about travel and future en devours.  We headed back to the original meeting point and walked to old cannes. When we arrived we took some pictures and grabbed a snack at the local eatery. Reva, Daina and I had to part ways with Corey because he was staying in Cannes  for the day and had already been to Monaco.  We took the train to Monaco and had a quite and sleepy ride. When we arrived we had some issues trying to figure out up from down in the train station. The train station was all the way up top and what we wanted to see was on another mountain and down sea level. We started the hike towards the castle. The same one that Nicole kid man Is the princess or queen of in a new movie. The castle had an amazing view of Monaco and we we got  another tourist to take our picture. He asked use where we were from and we answered texas, australia, and Canada. His face was very perplexed and and he asked me later how did I end up in a group like that. I told him we were all backpacking and staying in the same hostel. Now that the castle had been explored we needed to go down to the grand prix track. It was very hard to find the way through closed off roads and barriers. Luckily we found it and even walked on the pier where the very expensive yachts all sit. We all just stared and imagined what kind of life such wealthy people lived. We took one last group picture and headed back to the bus stop. Corey told us to take the bus because It was cheap and great for scenery and pictures. He was right we all took left side window seats and took In the scenery from the coast. Soon we arrived in nice and walked through the park. The park here was so nice and well taken care of. It even had mist fountains to cool down. We arrived at the hostel and we're were all going to make dinner. The community kitchen was lively and I made some curry noodles that needed some microwaving. We We ate and chatted. Tonight I didn't want to drink because I had a long day day of travel to lyon. We all said our farewells and went to bed. Off to lyon!

“A traveller without observation is a bird without wings.” – Moslih Eddin Saadi

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Nice and alot of Canadians

The backpacking community is mostly canadians

sunny 20 °C

I got dressed quickly today because I had woken up late and it was already 0945. I needed to get to the train station as soon as possible because I new it would take a long time to get to france today. I hopped on the local bus to the trains and arrived in about 10 minutes. I had to wait in line for a ticket and the line was fairly short. The next train towards Milan was in 30 minutes and I needed to take another train from milan to Ventimiglia which is really close to the French border. The train ride to milan was on a bullet train and it was very fast. I arrived at milan and immediately noticed the local gypsies pestering new tourists for money. They asked me if I needed help but I just waved them off and they figured quickly I new how to get around already. I even helped some people that waved them off but still looked confused on where to go. The station in Milan was already screaming fashion from the designer stores inside the station to the locals and poeple walking around. I was do out of place but didn't mind because I wasn't getting off. The next train to Ventimiglia was really long and I had a cabin with 6 other seats. My neighbors comprised of an older italian lady who I presume was someone's planner because she was hectic in the way she received phone calls and jotted down new notes and names on her planner and she was always shaking her head as if disappointed. The other neighbor next to me was some punk older man with gauges in his ears and a KKK shirt. And lastly a small family of what may have been people from northern Africa. It was pretty warm inside the cabin and i didn't understand anything anyone said. Luckily I had music and had time to catch up on the blog. For 5 hours I wrote alot and ate a sandwich I made for the trip. Soon i finally made it to Ventimiglia and all the signs in the train station were half french and half italian. I had to catch a train to Les Arcs which would stop by Nice-ville. I made to Nice around 8pm and the soon was still present. The sun in europe doesn't set till 9 PM or later so it makes the days feel longer. I walked to the Hostel Meyerbeer and checked in. My room had 8 beds mixed dorm style with an en suite bathroom. My neighbors were inside and they all introduced them selves. A girl from Winnipeg Canada named Reva. 2 swedish guys named leenus and Ollie. Later on I met my other 3 roommates who were also from Calgary Canada and we're from Alberta which I soon found out was canada's version of texas. The swedish guys proposed we all go buy alcohol to start the night.  So we all left to the only open liquor store in nice and found that the prices were all slightly higher. I settled for a french beer and they had all bought lagers and cider. We took the drinks to the lounge and all drank and met other people staying in the hostel. Apparently all of Canada was on holidays because I met nothing but Canadians their. Montreal, torronto, Vancouver, Victoria, Winnipeg, Calgary, Edmonton, and some others. The guys from Edmonton had to been a a bar the previous night called Wayne's world.  So we all started the trek towards it. It was already midnight and we made it to the bar 15 minutes later. When we entered the bar the atmostphere was fun and lively.  The local all talked and drank amongst themselves while everyone who could speak some form of English somehow made friends. I had been giving a nick name for the night and was dubbed Big Texas. It was all fun name especially when we all had a toast and somehow I had been called loudly by the fellows for Alberta to toast with them. I was drinking recommended drink called desperado. It was a corona with lime and tequila mixed and and was very sweet. It tasted like red Fanta so you can guess how easy it was to drink and finish. The bar was playing interesting 90's music and some new music. Even when the songs were in english the locals all new the words and sang along prefectly. The night was still revving up and the people got even frendlier. Finally the bar had made a final call and was about to shut the bar down. The Canadians decided they were going have the closing son for the night and all sang the Canadian anthem which I reordered from the corner of the bar and caught everything. The bartenders rang the bell again for closing time but the Canadian s sang even louder. Soon some of the local started to humm the song and it ended very nicely. I was the camera and all the Canadians wanted me to add them on Facebook to share the video. I even got a great group picture. The walk back was long and I we all got scolded for being too loud. The hostel had closed and the door had a code you needed to use to open the front door. We were all pretty drunk to understand which code to use and it took s good while before some one got it open. My roommates and it were really loud and nd didn't mean to but we were drunk. We had one roommate who didn't party or go out. She was from shanghai and was very quite. She was sleeping heavily and didn't notice us getting in. We all got ready for bed and went to bed. 5 minutes later we all heard a commotion inside the room and heard someone stumbling towards the bathroom. Leenus the swedish guy didn't make it to the bathroom but found the room trash can Instead. When he threw up well all woke up up and started to laugh at the situation. His accent then changed to a very western accent and kept on saying "alright". He walked into the bathroom with the trash can and didn't turn the lights in and we asked him if he needed needed the light on. He answered "I'm alright I got this" and closed the door behind him in the pitch black bathroom. I got up quickly and turned the bathroom light. For a while we all stayed up and talked a bit but fell asleep shortly after.

"Stop worrying about the potholes in the road and celebrate the journey."-Fitzhugh Mullan

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Islands of murano, Burano and Torcello

Glass blowing and islands

sunny 21 °C

The next day in florence I wanted to walk around locally and just take pictures.  This morning I was particularly from for yesterday's steak and didn't really want breakfast. So I pack my day pack and headed out. I immediately knew were to go and walked straight to the biggest plaza in florence. The people here are very quite and calm Compared to the robust and very lively Romans. People go about doing their daily routine not really wanting to notice the lost tourist or just people being in the way. I walked by a really big open air market and wandered into a mercato which was full of fresh fish, vegetables,  and pastries. After walking a while u worked up an appetite and started for the free samples. Bread with truffle oil, local sauces for pastas, apple pies, cheese, hams, and some fruit. I settled for a small piece of artichoke pizza. It really good but hot at the same time. I walked out of the market and into the largest leather market in flornce. It may look shady but the quality is very high here. I almost wanted to buy a pair of leather shoes, but 8 don't have any room. Maybe next time I'll come to florence to to buy some clothes. I ended up buying a pretty interest bracelet that you have to wrap 6 times till you can latch it. I walked to the main plaza and it was full of tourists the exhibitions were all lines out the door and it was beginning to get hot. So I walked past the canal and found a very cool bridge. It was a very old and wide bridge that wend really high. Not because of the suspension system but because it had houses and stores built on its sides. I walked closer to it and saw is had 3 big arches in the middle peering into the canals middle. I walked on it and all the stores sere selling gold jewelry and very expensive accessories. 2 minutes into walking on it I noticed this bridge was used in one of the assassin's creed games. Only because I played that level so many times. In the middle was a statue of I'm guessing the builder and all over the bars had been covered with locks. Another love bridge I'm guessing. People or locals usually put locks on these bridges to show that this bridge will be here for a long time just like their love. I went to the other side were it was less packed by tourists and not too much to see. I did happen to see a man made Veach on this side of the canal but you could swim because the current was too strong. There was also a rowing school and students had to row a great length of the canal and back. I walked by it and it was already beginning to be late and I had to go back to the hostel and pack for my travel to Venice.  I crossed another bridge and  walked back through the plaza. I came a across a store called Geox and they sell shoes with vents in the bottoms. I usually don't by thing out of the blue like that but the chuck Taylors that I had did not breath at all and actually started to.
Smell really bad even though I spray them with shoe spray religiously.  So I bought a pair and threw them away. I didn't want to but now they were dead weight. RIP chuck taylors. I walked very lively now with a spring in my step because for once my feet felt nice and cool. I walked back to the hostel and began to pack for venice. After I packed I took a shower and slept immediately until something buzzed loudly by my ear. I woke up and tuned my lmao on only to find that one of my room mates was asleep and the other 2 were gone. I the. Moved my lamp to look for what made the noise and saw it. The bane of my now sleepless night. A mosquito! I killed it swiftly and saw another one so I ended it's life aswell. I thought that was the end of it but then when I moved my light towards the ceiling and saw them..... The alien eyes just looking down on me and I don't know what they see and or sense maybe it's my skin they smell or maybe they can sense the pulsating of blood in my veins. I tried to lay as still as possible hoping not to agitate them any further and slowly they came again small buzzing here and there. The would not stop I slept under my cover for what seemed like hours but had only been minutes. I heard my roommates arrive and it may be evil but I hoped the carnivore would find new prey to feast upon. After they had fallen asleep I heard them no more for a long time and I finally slept. I woke up with the horror fix sound yet again hours later and decided to go to the bathroom send barricade myself Inside with my phone and charger. It was almost 7am so I decide fo take a quick shower and just leave quickly. When I checked out I told the hostel they had a mosquito problem and left. I took the morning train to venice using my eurail pass and sat in a bullet train for 2 hours until I arrived in venice. My hostel had a pretty large paragraph of directions to get to the hostel. So bit by bit I followed them I went towards the back of a neighborhood. Behind sports park and under an overpass. The hostel was Plus Camp Jolly and had a 3 bed tent for 7 euro a night. I went to check in and left my pack inside the tent and locked it. I took the bus towards the heart of old venice and wandered around. The glass sculptures and masks were everywhere. Venice has a very old feel to it and I want to buy everything here. From the mutant glass art down to the fountain pens and paper notebooks. I also developed a serious sweet tooth here. Instead of eating food I ate gelato of all kinds, macaroons, caneloni, pastries, and slushies. I need to stop eating so many sweets or all have a lot of cavities..... meh your only young once hahahaha. I walked trough the streets in a wander and found saint marcos plaza. I had been here when I was very little while on vacation with my family and it felt good reliving a memory. It was beginning to be very late and i had to do laundry bad. So i started walking in the direction back to the bus station.  I somehow walked for and hour and ended up on the other side of the canal looking at the plaza i was just in. I backtracked i it took me alot longer that i thought to find the station. Venice was probably the most miles i have walked wandering around, but everything that I saw had a but of art to it. From the canal with the line of parked Gondolas to the street with balconies and ladies reading books from them. I made it back to the hostel and finally got to wash my clothes. my roomate was a guy from Serbia who had a hundred questions about amercia and how much everything costs and what it's like to live there. I was happy to a answer all of his question and talk about life. He was here on business/vacation he buys old cars. Fixes them and resells them in Serbia cheap. He doesn't make too much money but he is happy with his job. Soon i finished and went to bed.

"A good holiday is one that is spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours."-J.B. Priestley

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Florence and friends

Tours to pisa and the chianti vineyards

sunny 22 °C

ke up late this morning and I had a train to catch. I also slept in and had to pay the fine for not checking out on time but made it barely. I went into the bar and ordered the energizer dish which is granola and yogurt with fruit. It was pretty good but I was in a hurry to finish quick. Soon I left to the train station which took me towards the made train station and I waited in line for a ticket. So in this train station there's so many people wanting a train ticket that you have to take a number. My number was 554.....currently 442 was being called. So I had a long time to wait for my number and I started people watching. I saw alot of travelers all in a rush and alot of locals walking nonchalantly. I then noticed them. The gypsies that I've been hearing so much about. They travel in pack 2 or 3 in a group. They didn't really notice me as a distressed traveler so they didn't bug me, but the poeple they did see stressed they asked them in english first. "You need ticket" form there they are either shood away or asked for help. If your hooked they lead to a self service booth and they help you translate the language towards a ticket to your destination. After they help you they ask for a small donation or from what I saw scam you into buying one too many tickets and keeping one saying it's a receipt or trash. From there they try and now sell that ticket for a cheaper fee. The local police guards are usually busy with tourist asking for assistance and can't really get to the gypsies in time. They shoo them away from the terminal and try and scare them out of the station. The girls put red lipstick on their cheeks to give them a rosy appearance while the boys go through the phone machines for change. The groups communicate irregularly to talk about weer the cops are and.how much money they have. For the unsuspecting traveler they may look like kind girls trying to help but they have a crazy character on them when you tell them to go away. Soon my numbered had been called and i went to the ticket e'er i showed him i had a eurail pass and he helped me stamp it for activation and told me when my train was. My train was 2 hours later, so I sat on the second level with my back on a wall and ate 1 of the 3 sandwiches I made the day before. I then filled my journal for about an hour.
I tried to get wifi buy the signal was weak. I started people watching 1 more time and started towards my train terminal. It was at the very end of the station because it was a local 2nd class train. It was going to Take 3 hours so I slept. When we arrived it took me a long time to figured out where I was and where the hostel was but I found it within the hour. My room had 4 beds and this hostel boasted a pool, terrace bar and sauna. The pool was insanely dirty so no swimming. The sauna was full of little kids cause they had an international choir competition and the hostel pretty much hosted the world. And the terrace bar was open because it was in season. Overall pretty much cap other than the room which had a decent wifi connection and the en suite bathroom. My roommates where a guy form the UK with horrible people skills and a guy from Turkey who was very friendly. I dropped my stuff off and headed into the city. The area that I was in was the south part of florence and was dying down because it was late. So I grabbed a pizza to go and headed back to the hostel to look up tours. I paid for the leaning tower of pisa tour and went to bed. The next day I woke up early to not miss the tour departure. I grabbed my day pack and went towards rhe train station where the tour was going to meet. I was the first one there and had to wait for the rest of the group. The other people in the group were Portuguese. The tour guide was a very bubbly blonde italian lady with a very crazy haircut. She introduced us to each other and I met another amercian on the tour his name was Crawford and he was from New York. it's always good to meet someone that speaks english because not hearing it for a while makes you feel like a mute. So we went on the bus and the tour guide was giving us the history of florence and the countryside until we got to pisa. From there we had strict guidelines on when we had to be back at certain times and what we were going to do. I tried to buy the going up the tower ticket but didn't have enough euro in hand at the time. So I asked if I could buy my ticket later on and to she said unfortunately the tickets had already been issued and if I wanted I could reschedule or try and wait in line and go up the tower before we left. So I didn't mind not going up. The tour to us first to the church and explained it's origins and that it was shaped like a cross and alot of other cool facts. Then the time came for the people climbing to go up and for the non climbers to roam around. By luck a lady didn't want to go up the tower because she was tired and wanted to give me her ticket. I graciously accepted the ticket and waited to go up. Inside the tower ground level you feel a weird sense of vertigo because the ground isn't level and the tour guide tells us how much the tower weighs and how much it is leaning by. We then all start heading up to the top and it feels like forever but not wands long as the dome on the vatican. Crawford was behind me and send I could hear him struggling but he made it up just find. Just when we thing we reach the top and take pictures we found out that it isn't the top and have one more flight. Finally at the very top the bells are a great sight to see along with the highest view in pisa. We stay up for about 10 minutes and start our decent. A cool thing about the tower is that at a certain angle climbing up feels like walking in a straight patch but on the other end the steps or so steep and hard to climb. We make it down and I hang out with Crawford for a while. The local merchants try and sell us a all the same swag everyone else is selling but I decline. Crawford buys buys a sweater and nd haggles the seller down to an ok amount. Somehow along the whole tour out bubbly tour guide dubs us the trouble makers and tries to have us separated 1 in the front of the tour pack and did the other in the back. When we get on the bus Crawford suggest I try end get on the Chianti wine tasting tour and I accept. I get off and pay the next tour guide for the tour. We set off into into the Tuscan country side to 2 chianti vineyards and a small town. The first vineyard was very informative about organic wines and how you should pick out your vinegar organically. We tried 3 different wines along with truffles in oil on bread. Chick peas, tomateos, and bell peppers in vinegar and even a ice cream tipped with vinegar. It was pretty good but the vinegar had been aged for 30 years years and had a caramel like consistency. After that vineyard we went to the next one and Crawford mentioned dinner. It was pretty late late and no one had eating. I heard if you are ever in florence you should have have the florence steak and he was talking about it too. He wanted too eat it the night before buy it had a 2 person minimum to try eat. As soon as we arrive at the next vineyard the glasses are already on display arrived we commence drinking. The wines here were more robust and full of flavor. The snacks we had were ok buy I was beginning to get tipsy. After the tour was over I bought my favorite chianti wine. Hopefully I save it till paris to drink in front of the Effeil Tower. By now I'm feeling pretty good and we are taken to the wine cellars. Before we head down we are greeted by the vineyards dog who Is very kind and easy to pet. He looked a bit shaggy and had a violent stride but really kind. We go down into the cellars and are schooled on the wine making process. Something which I already knew because patty and I went on a tour in Paso robles California. After we leave the cellars we get back on the bus and head towards the small town. The tour guide tells us to check out the local Butcher shop which was to my surprise very classy and had....more wine! So we drank more there. We head back to the bus shortly thereafter and head back to florence by now I had worked up and appetite and this magical sounding steak sounded pretty good by now. So I help Crawford go back to his hotel to drop his wine off. And we head to Gobbi 13. The restaurant is pretty packed and has a very nostalgic 80s theme. The servers are super busy running around everywhere and we sit by the bar drinking free house wine. The wine was pretty bad but it was free. When we finally get seated we order the florentine steak and some sides. Crawford has a pretty dark past but like all major people that have great lives turned his life around after a very serious surgery and decides to change his life and live it to the fullest. No looking back and to look ahead in life. While he gave me alot of inspirational advice I tell him all about my travels and how to travel very frugally and in hostels and how I want to keep on travelling. Finally the steak arrives and WOW it was big now I know why you need 2 people. It probably weighed more than 2 pounds and had been cooked medium rare. It had a charred apprrance and very rare appearance inside. I ate my half as if I hadn't eating in a while. I mean I had not eating real food in over a week. We talked alot more about life and how poeple back in the states don't want to think about travelling or the idea of leaving home. After we eat we say our farewells and head opposite way. I'm glad I meet so many cool people on my journey with so much wisdom. Sometimes we are so quick to judge everyone and to think the ones we judge have so much to tell and learn from. I went opposite because I believe my hostel was on the same road. I ended up wandering the streets of florence at night for 2 hours and it's something magical about walking and not knowing were you are going in a foreign place.
Somehow I guide myself to one of the main squares and walk back to the hostel.

"I wandered everywhere, through cities and countries wide. And everywhere I went, the world was on my side."-Roman Payne

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The vatican and last night in Rome

Last night at the yellow, and they have burlesque?

sunny 21 °C

I had a mission today to buy a pendant from the vatican. I went to the bar to get the usual breakfast with irish coffee and saw the girl from france their. Her name is Salomé. She was a sweet girl from Nancy france and had alot of peronality. Their was a language barrier but for whatever she could not say in english she said in French and I translated bit by bit. After breakfast she told me she was headed to the vatican and I told her I was too because the tattoo parlor was near the vatican. She then said we should go together, so I agreed. I walked out of the bar thinking metro times and locations and she walked the opposite way. Confused I asked her where she was headed and she told me it was faster to walk to the vatican. First off fench people walk fast and they also know how to read maps on the run. I thought I was fairly proficient and guiding and finding my way but she made boys outs look bad. We talked alot along the way about culture and how nice italy was. I also asked her about fench culture. Soon we made it close eye ought to were she could go to the vatican and I could go to the parlor. So we said we would meet up again in the bar later on and said goodbye. Last time I went I bought everybody in my family something but myself. So today no matter what I had to buy. Also today I had a tattoo appointment today at Lucky Signs Tattoo with Stefano. About 8 or 9 months ago when we were in italy I emailed a tattoo artist and told him I wanted a tattoo on my leg of an old sailor jerry tattoo called homeward bound. The original lacked color and I didn't want sea gulls. So I had him modify it and I told him to color it which ever way would look good. After paying the deposit and getting there he worked on my leg for 6 hours. The finished product was nothing less that flawless. I could not have asked for a great piece of art. I told him after I would come back to europe soon and he should get another tattoo ready. I emailed him about a week ago and he told me he could get me whenever I wanted on monday. So when I showed up it was like seeing an old friend from long ago. We talked a bit and discussed the design and the font. I also mentioned that I had been over weight and I had stretch marks on my shoulders and it would be hard to tattoo on skin Like that. He said any skin is fine as long as your professional and know how to work on it. After much deliberation he got down to business. Midway his assistant had showed up and I greeted him because I remember him from last time. He told me he did not remember me until I showed him my leg and his eyes grew wide. Apparently my beard makes me look very different. After half and hour, Stefano said for the same price he could shade it red. By now any suggestion a tattoo artist makes is always a great one. I accepted and he Finished shortly. I turned out great and is now healing. In europe tipping is not really weird but different. So when I tipped Stefano he suggested we all go eat lunch. So we walked to the local pizzeria and ate pretty well. After we ate he paid for the whole meal and said that it was fine. He even offered a small cafe but I had to run to the vatican to get the pendant. We said out goodbyes and I told him I would be back....... When I got to the vatican I got my pendant and was set for the day, but I realized I have never been inside the basilica itself. So I had made my mind to wait the hour long line. When I got inside the mood was calm and almost soothing. I took looks of great pictures and let me tell you this place is big. I mean like REALLY big. It took me a good hour to walk the whole thing and pay my respects. I was then off to climb the cupola, which is the dome. You can pay 7 euro wait in line for the elevator. Or pay 5 and walk the insane amount of steps. So I pay my 5 euro and start running like it's a wod. I'm not gonna lie the pizza and biera were all slowing me down now and I got a little out of breath but felt fine after 2 minutes into the climb. Finally I reached the top and had an amazing view of St Pietro square. The air felt great because I worked up a sweat and after a good bit of pictures and breathing I decided to head back down. So me being me, I start to run down. I even recorded some footage of me running down the winding steps. If I was gonna fall, now would be the time. I didn't fall but made it down in record time. I also embarrassed my self because at the exit of the club the stair lead you right back into the basilica in the middle. I quickly headed for the door and started for the tram. When I got to the hostel I took all my laundry and had it done down the road. While waiting I was in my room Un packing and repacking my bag and talking to my roommates. We had a new addition today from the UK. This guy had been traveling for a while and was backpacking very on a whim. After talking for a while I heard my name being called in the window and investigated it was the girl from Ireland. Her name was Laura for Galway. He was also packing up ish because she was leaving tommorow back to ireland. She told me the group from last night was going to eat dinner and I had to go. She even invited my roommates, what a sweetheart. Soon my laundry dry had been done and I changed and packed quickly. The group gathered downstairs and we went someplace local for pasta and wine. It was a great dinner but after too many glasses of wine it was hard to count all the money together to pay the check. We all went to the bar and started drinking. My drink for the night was a Moscow Mule. A very limey bitter drink with a sweet taste for sugar. Tonight the event for the bar was burlesque and we didn't know what was in store for us. So a couple hours went by and the show was about to start. The show started off with the speaker telling us the performer was a shy fairy from a far away land and we should be nice. To my horror a scantily clad italian man step out with a hoot a hoop and started to dance. Luckily another pale but long arm stretched from behind the curtain for the hoop and out emerged a beautiful tall red head. She did her performance and was actually very tasteful and not vulgar at all. The show ended and the stage turned into a dance scene. We all danced for a whole but called it a night soon. I had a great time in rome the yellow and will probably got back just to party. The friends I made were all so wonderful and made rome awesome. Tommorow I travel to Florence.

"We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls."-Anaïs Nin

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