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Trouble’s Travels Volume XI: All Roads Lead To Rome

  1. Prologue: Trouble Returns From Travels
  2. Volume I: Getting To Poland – 30 Hours Of Delays, Kissing-Ass, And Getting Drunk In Airports
  3. Volume II: The First Night In Poland, Selling Strip Club Tickets
  4. Volume III: Getting Yadstopped
  5. Volume IV: Where Is Alpha Dwarf?
  6. Volume V: The Wroclaw Dash
  7. Volume VI: “I-So-Would” Go To London
  8. Volume VII: The First Solo Dolo Day
  9. Volume VIII: To The Top
  10. Volume XI: Barcelona, First Of The Worst
  11. Volume X: Get Me Outta Barcelona!

We’re starting to wind down my European adventures, with only two countries to go – Italy and Czech Republic.

When we left off, I had headed home from the Barcelona nightlife at 2:30am, and I had to be at the airport by 5:00am.  After a half hour of drunken sleep, I rolled out of bed and hailed a cab to the bus stop.  Except, the taxi driver drove right past that bus stop and continued onward…somewhere.

In a bit of panic, I whipped out my poor Spanish and figured out that I had somehow agreed to have him take me straight to the airport.  For only 20 euros, it actually seemed like a decent deal, so I stuck with it.  After a mid-flight nap, I found my way to the beautiful city of Rome.

I stayed in a bed and breakfast, and never saw any of the occupants of the three other rooms.  They even put breakfast out every morning, and changed the sheets every day.  Plus, being right next to the Coliseum was a big bonus.  It was amazing how small Rome was – St. Peter’s Square was the farthest possible major landmark from the B&B and it was easily walkable in 45 minutes.

The street I stayed on.

The street I stayed on.

Next door neighbor.

The next door neighbor.

Despite my utter exhaustion, I made the hike across the city to the stunning St. Peter’s Square.  Here’s a few pictures I took along the way.

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Near the Roman Forum.

Tiber/Tevere River

Tiber/Tevere River

Finally, the gorgeous St. Peter's Square.

Finally, the gorgeous St. Peter’s Square.

On the way home, I had some of the best pizza I have ever had in my life.  The actual fancy restaurants in Rome were not that great, I actually much preferred the small little pizza shacks (and the same held true in New York).  Lesson learned, pizza is not meant to be enjoyed as a gourmet food.

After what I reckon was my third all nighter of the trip the night before, I called it a night by 8:00.  Again.

Check back tomorrow for my tour of the Roman Coliseum, Forum, and Fountains of Trevi. 

  • May 1, 2014
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