18th November 07 Dear Mom and Dad
I decided to go see someplace which is not one of the main tourist stops. Piazza del Campidoglio. It was designed by Michael Angelo in 1550 for the pope of the time. I was at a loss about how to get there with all the Windy streets, so I went to the Colosseum, where I was pursued by a Roman guard wearing a helmet and dress trying to sell me a plastic sword. Are the football riots so dangerous that I need a sword(there are football riots in Rome at the moment)? Anyway, I managed to shake him off after he tried his sales pitch in Italian, English and French. I then wondered aimlessly down any streets which looked beautiful stopping for a coffee here and there. I then accidentally came to Piazza del Campidoglio.There was a big poster of the democratic league leader of Burma there. Much as I dislike the highly strung temperament of Italians I have to admit that they are often very supportive of those in the world fighting for freedom. Then I went to the Vatican city to tease the Swiss guards, but did not get to, because the place where they are was cordoned off. Looks like I am not the only one they were tormented by. After I left the Vatican I was chased down the street by a guy calling bellisimo. Ugh!!!!
Wish u were here.
Love Mel 18th November 07 Dear Jane
The hard and heavy room at the club was an epileptics nightmare. Incredibly loud and fast music, sped flashing silver lights and flickering porn and computer graphics on every wall.
The main room was as peaceful as our haunt. It played hard rock and heavy metal and hard rock from the 80s and had only 2 large screens for porn and graphics. There was also a small dark goth room with 2 small porn and graphics screens.
If I wore only underwear with a flimsy excuse for a skirt I would have looked like the other women there. One was wearing a pink lace transparent dress with a black thong and nothing else underneath.
One of the guys who chatted me up asked me where I am from and then asked how life in Holland is. When I told him Ireland not Holland he said I will get you some beer then. I said no beer. He wandered off to the bar and I hoped he would not come back with a gallon glass of beer. He came back with one of those fantastic tasting drinks which come with sugar or ice frosting on the glass rim that Italian guys always buy me. The thing to do is to make sure I never drink more than a third of the drink or else the current Italian guy will get me another. I offered him a sip and he drank a big gulp and then went off to get me another.
At the end of the night some of the disturbing people(3 punk girls and a punk guy) the metal
travel site promised I would meet wanted me to go to a bar with them. It was still only 5AM so I agreed. One of the girls told the car owner she is driving because if she could drive after drugs she will certainly manage drunk. I was relieved that he wouldn't let her and was turning down all offers of booze the girls passed to him while he was driving.
See you soon. What do you want to do next Saturday night?
Mel
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