I wish I had more to say about Rome, but much fit reminded me of Florence...only hotter. I liked the Colosseum and the shopping. Phil got his sister a really cool wooden bowl here. I also liked going into the Pantheon. It took me back to taking Roman and Baroque Architecture at Rutgers in the musky Art Library with what would become the chair of my department...he was such a stickler. I really hated him by the end of that class, but what had kept me attending were the slides of Italy and all of its beauty. It kept me going through my junior year and into my senior, where I would get to go to Paris for the first time and completely and absolutely fall in love with everything European.
Phil & I on a Gondola.
We got to do the romantic things like riding a Gondola. I had done this by myself in my teens and it was cool, I had some awesome roommates, but it's very different when you're there with the one that you love. WE really made some amazing memories here like this Gondola ride and when we walked so deep into Venice, I got worried we weren't get out to find me ointment for my bites.
Kelsey, Ellie and I.Venice Summer 2014
We also met up with these ladies and got to have a fun afternoon. Ellie's GoPro never got old. Phil also wanted to feel ever manly here and bought me a keychain. I had carried all the money in my purse so he had saved for a day or so and I now have a Venetian mask keychain that came from the change he gathered.
Back at the campsite, we were introduced to the Contiki bar and Amnesia...a drink that goes down like juice, but within 30 minutes has you having out of body experiences. Phil and I had two, and I have little remembrance of that night other than the photos from people we were traveling with....
Siobhan and I.
Hannah and I.
This was the first and nearly last night that I sort of "let go" and partied. I was too focused on my last graduate classes that I was taking during this trip and my job that I was going back to. Venice, though, was beyond romantic and beyond fun.
I felt rested and rejuvenated after my birthday. I think that this was the part of the trip where jet lag subsided and I was ready for more adventure. This was another early departure for us. We left our nice campsite in Florence for Rome.
Now, for those of you reading this blog to learn more about backpacking with Contiki...please be sure you read my Rome entries. Our TM bragged that this was like an award winning campsite and that we should all be excited. It was similar to the last one we stayed at in that there were two people to a room, four to a cabin and a shared bathroom. However, these cabins were wood ones. And they were old and absolutely disgusting. These were also Contiki cabins which enraged me to no end. I really began to see here how Contiki rips off people by cramming them into these dirty accommodations to make money. I've done budget tours before and I was in now way expecting Rockefeller treatment, but I was expecting to be kept clean and to feel safe. Here, I felt neither. Latches held the doors closed and the campsite is pretty much empty during the day when you're in Rome, leaving your stuff open to anyone with poor intentions.
Also, if you are going to get bedbugs, you will be more than likely to get them here. The cabins are wood so they live in the walls and Contiki just sprays when you complain. They did move us to a new cabin, but that too had bugs. I got bitten badly, but Phil only had a few bites. This is where I really began to hate Contiki. Our TM literally just stared at me when I complained and there was nothing done about it. We had to deal with it for the two nights we were there.
For those of you who have had bed bugs, you haven't seen anything yet! These bugs are HUGE and black, when you roll over, your bed becomes covered in blood from squishing the ones that have been sucking on you. You can literally pick them off your body.
I spent much of my time in Rome feeling uncomfortable, sweaty and tired because we couldn't sleep. Then in the day, you would be in Rome where there is little to no shade and that Mediterranean sun beats down on you unmercifully. The last time I had been in Rome, I had been 19 and it was March. It was cold and rainy then, but I liked it so much more than the humidity that killed me at the end of August at 28. Now mix that humid sweat with your bug bites and you are just miserable.
I wound up missing the Vatican which was not a big deal to me as I had been there before, but I felt bad that Phil felt he had to stay with me and miss it too. He has never been.
My favorite part of Rome? I think it was finally getting to go into the Colosseum:
From Rome, we would leave for Venice and on to an entirely crazy part of our trip and one that renewed my crushed spirit after the Contiki curse of Rome.
Like I have said, I had mixed feelings about returning to Florence since the last time I was there I felt as though it was such a bust. I was also 19 then and it was also March...and it snowed and rained and was cold.
This time Florence came alive for me. Our first trip into the city, we went to the same leather works store that I was in the last time I was there. This time though, I bought a puzzle ring. A puzzle ring is something from Florentine culture that husbands used to give their wives as their wedding band. A puzzle ring falls apart and is actually pretty hard to get back together, so Florentines did not take them off and if they did, it would obviously fall apart and would be evidence that they were cheating...because who takes their ring off?
I am still trying to figure out how to get mine back together. I had it home for about a month before I had two little girls visit me and in playing dress up, the ring went to pieces. Must love kids! Haha. This is where the real teasing of Phil began too. Every girl that was close to us on the trip began to give Phil a hard time for not proposing in Paris for my birthday and then not in Florence on my birthday. It didn't help that I bought myself this ring.
This still is probably the most fun I had on the trip. We had the most delicious pizza that because of the Italian way, got for free. In Italy they have a receipt system where you order at one counter and then pay at another. We had come late so they messed up our checks and never put our food on it. Our waiter was also so annoyed that he would not come back for us to tell him he forgot to put us on it. We stood and waited for 15 minutes, even bought gelato from their ice cream counter and waited for him to come over. He never did and so we left.
I also do believe that this lead to the run in with the gypsy woman and the beginning of our bad Italian luck because we were sitting on the steps of a church getting WiFi and Phil came over to get money out of the secure bag and was followed over by a gypsy woman who once she saw money exchange between us, began asking us for some. Phil told her to get the hell out of here and she totally gave him the stick eye of death before she went away. His mom got a very nice gift, but it was there that the Italian curse began.
We walked around for the rest of the day and hit more shops and Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore, which will always be one of my favorite cathedrals because it was the first one I have ever visited. Phil also snapped this ridiculous picture of me:
"I wish I were a real, girl!"
We went back to our campsite, changed clothes and relaxed for probably 10 minutes before we went back into the city and enjoyed a Tuscan dinner. This is also where everyone sang me happy birthday and Phil and I split the tartufo that they had put my candle in. We also had too much red wine and this this picture now exists...it's actually one of my favorites:
Florence is beautiful. Pizza is delicious and when you get to celebrate your birthday there with the man that you love, it's just magical. This was a dream come true within my dream come true. I fell in love with Florence and even more in love with Phil.
We headed back after dinner and fell asleep very quickly. The next day we were up early because we were leaving for beautiful, Roma!
I had mixed feelings about Florence. I had been there before when I was 19. I had done a trip with my college and we travelled all over Italy. That trip, Florence was my least favorite, but it was also the trip that would decide one of my college majors-- Art History.
So, I felt like I owed Florence a second chance and besides, it was my birthday. We spent much of the day traveling, but we did get to Florence at a reasonable time and we got to walk around a little. This campsite was really nice and clean. I was happy to be there and felt a lot safer there than I had when we stayed outside of Monaco.
It was a long day and with my body still on full-blown bloat mode Phil took me back to our cabin and rubbed my feet for probably a good hour after we had another crappy Contiki dinner. We eventually headed back towards the main area, got a real dinner, a couple of beers and sat outside in the Florence night air. Everyone else had gone back into the city and took part in the Contiki orchestrated karaoke night where a lot of people regretted going the following day when the hangover hit from the 2-liter drinks that the bar your TM takes you to sells you "on special." To me, this seemed like a concerning night when one girl from our tour went unaccounted for (and a guy from our tour went to look for her, no one from Contiki) while others were driven back by strange Italian men that picked them up after they drank 2 liters of alcohol in a bar.
That just seemed like a huge recipe for disaster and in many ways could have been had it gone differently.
I was glad to have stayed in that night and had a quiet birthday with my man who really is the best foot rubber, ever...no really, like EVER.
Phil on the other hand was just overjoyed to be out of France where small portions dominate. Phil couldn't wait to be in his country, Italy and immediately fell in love with Joe Pinette's take on France vs. Italy:
Overall, 28 began probably the best any other age had began up until the point. I was in Europe, with the love of my life and we had an entire trip to still go!
