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When here ...
Got to Rome, got the new passport stamped for the first time (nothing doing in London -- damn Heathrow), managed to pass for Italian (at least as far as the woman who sold me my second Coke Zero of the day is concerned), managed to resist paying 150 euros for a phone card, finally managed to find the rail station, sought validation (those who have done the train thing here understand), found some -- but too late. Missed train to the city.
But a friendly Italian kid on plane said I have to try Italian food/pasta. It's better than English and Scottish food, apparently. So, you know, there's that.
Meanwhile, I almost missed the next train b/c my jacket pocket zipper got stuck and I couldn't get my ticket out. If there ever was any doubt that I am my mother's son...
But the hostel is ok. Let the fun begin.
3 comments:
Hey Jon!
Congrats on making it there. I agree - Heathrow is horrible.
I would probably trust the kid and try some local food while you are there. I can't think of anything witty to write, so I'll just stop now.
DM
If you need some local kid to tell you to try local Italian food, then you are not prepared for this trip.
Then there's the whole pocket thing.
But here's some news -- I used the hot dog cooker at poker last night. Woo hoo!
Hey, if you get sick of Coke Zero AND don't want bubbly/mineral water, ask for acqua no gas (my useless tip of the day!)
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