There´s No Place like Rome

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From Nice we caught a few trains in the direction of Rome transferring in Milan and making a few other short stops. Upon arriving in Rome we caught the local transit which was comparable to a rugby scrumb how everyone scrambled on. The only true way to describe it is that we were almost ready to call it quits on Italy after that disgustingly warm, cramped, bus ride. When we showed up at our camp site residence we were relieved to have arctic air conditioning in our bungalo making the heat that much more bareable. The next day we were determined to see all of Rome´s sights starting with Vatican City. Despite our lack of knowledge, and the lacking air conditioning, we managed to experience the rich history the Pope´s crib had to offer. The place was so impressive Kyle considered becoming one with the Catholic church.After our tour we made our way to St. Peter´s square; pictures do not do justice to the size of that place. We caught a train to the Colluseum, slayed some feral beasts, Whelst Tenille found 10 euro which is the equivalent to winning Lotto 649 in our budget. She bought the bread sticks and water that night. After a dip in the Camping ground´s Pool and some fine Italian cuisine we were heading towards Venice in the morning. Mi scusi

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