Two in one?! No.... But really no. The first one was old, yo.

Friday 5:15PM. Rome, Italy

When I first typed the heading ^ just there, I accidentally wrote "Roma" instead of "Rome." 

I'm sooooo cultured already.

Let me tell you a wee bit about Salerno. Very near to Naples, but doesn't make you want to immediately flee like Naples does. Took an easy bus ride to Vietri Sul Mare, where I paid eight euro for a chair and napped on the beach. I know a lot of people who wouldn't be content being still for so long on the beach, and might feel the need to... I don't know... play basketball or something. But it was perfect for me. I slept and swam, then slept some more. I knew my skin was getting too much sun, but I didn't care. It was perfect minus the constant giggles and squeals of joy coming from the children around me.

I was only there for a day, but it brought me out of the "I want to go home" dark place.

It also didn't hurt that the restaurant I went to that night kept putting decorative hearts on my plates. I became friends with my waiter, Danny and we talked about the only thing non-Americans want to talk to an American about. Trump.

I'm having a great time in Roma. But I can't shake the heebee-jeebies I get from my eccentric roommate who hasn't seemed to have left the room at all. She doesn't wear pants and makes noises for no reason. Like the kind that are forced to let you know that she is in the room. The psychologist in me could examine and break her down, but I'm on vacation. 

Now that I'm all caught up on my cities... Ciao!