God Thinks I'm Abel

My recent trip to Rome was exhausting but anyway,i'm too lazy to write all about it and about the first time I hitchhiked. That's right, I actually flagged down a random stranger in the middle of the deserted roads of Rome at 4am in the morning,desperate for a ride to Termini. It is a long story, but ultimately, my brave move paid off because there was no way my knobbly knees could have walked me all the way to the station which ,on foot,would have taken 2 days at the least.


Italy won the quarter finals when we were there and everyone in the Piazza Navona was going wild. Yes, there were bottles thrown later on, but aside from that, the enthusiasm was infectious. People with Italian flags even tied them round their necks like capes and circled the square triumphantly in their little vespas belting out the start to the White Stripe's 'seven nation army'. Then of course, there were a few creepy men who spoke no english but were desperate to bring us to their 'casa'. You can only guess what our answer was.

Aside from the scorching heat and our crappy accomodation, Maddy and I survived to tell the tale.