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I have had the most fantasmaglorific (new word that I made up feel free to use it) weekend. I had a scooter/motorbike tour of Rome that was out of this world. We zipped by everybody in their cars and were all over town in minutes. I then realized that my lackadaisical self had seen nothing thus far. The next day, we went to an incredible artist’s commune situated on the top of a mountain with incredible views overlooking the valley below. Trees for days and a gurgling river that ran below completed the tranquil setting. And after that, a wonderful dinner and conversation. What more could a tired, intrepid traveler ask for?

Thank you, “One Hell of a Tourguide”!

I’ve hit the brick wall. I just don’t feel like doing much now. I have awesome hair though so I’m going to push myself out there to go places and do things – with awesome hair. The sun is shining and Rome is out in force to enjoy it.

It is official, I am the queen of the old men. Men old enough to be my father or my old father just love me. There was an older man pacing outside the restaurant where I was eating yesterday. I saw him on the street before I went into the restaurant and could see him outside the window as I ate. Then today when I was walking along the same street, he saw me again and approached me from behind (where did he come from?). I let him know that I didn’t speak Italian and he asked me a question in Italian that I was able to answer. He then wanted me to come with him to his apartment where he had an English-Italian book. Uh, nahh, thanks for asking. I continued on my merry way and a guy asked what time it was, I told him I didn’t speak Italian and he switched to English, took my hand and walked me to my destination (fortunately it was only one block away). I’m girlfriend to so many men that I don’t want. Where is my man mojo when I need it? I guess I should be grateful that I’m not completely ignored.

Oh well, I must go so that the young(er) men in Rome can see and admire my fresh new hairstyle…

Is who I feel like as I schlep around Rome. It’s raining! Who turned the sun off and made the rain start falling?

It’s a good thing that I prudently decided to get an early start this morning. I was at The Vatican in line for the museums and the Sistine Chapel at 07h05 this morning. That was an experience in itself. There is no one there policing the line and it is raggedy as hell. I had two women break in front of me then try to make their way ahead of the people who were ahead of me. I had my eye on them and later found out that the other people had their eyes on them as well. We got in before them and I’ll leave it at that. By the time 08h45 arrived, there were even more people trying to make their instant way to the front of the line. Needless to say, I didn’t walk into the Vatican feeling full of religious piety or anything near that.

The Vatican is awesome as a study of art and opulent buildings goes. There were gilt edged decorations everywhere I looked. Whether it was on the wall, on a painting frame or just because, take my word it was everywhere. The paintings were spectacular. I can’t really expound on the mastery of the painters because I never took an art appreciation class (or I did and forgot). However the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel is absolutely impressive.

By the time I was finished with the tour and was ready to go, my back and feet were screaming at me in Italian and a few other languages. I had to go back to the apartment and take a siesta. Unfortunately it lasted three hours.

I mentioned that it was raining here but I also must mention that it is cold as not-Rome here as well. I went to the public gardens near Villa Medici yesterday and was sooooo cold. On my way back to the apartment, I met a guy at a café or bar or something who invited me back for a café later that day. Did he say free? You bet I was there. It could have been a free dead worm and I probably would have taken that as well. Anyway, for those of you who have read my profile, you may know that I put out there that I would love to marry a European man and have a little farm in Italy with little bambini. Well, I got part of that wish yesterday. My free café friend wanted to marry me. He also wants to take me to meet his parents (he may be a little serious you think?) tonight. However he wants to move to the US and open a pizzeria that we will work in together. He obviously doesn’t know about my aversion to cooking…

Don’t fall! I was having an awful time lugging the 15 tons of “essentials that I just couldn’t live without” around the central train station in Rome. I was following signs left and right that all seemed to say Metro. I finally was on the right track however, there was a set of steps that I and my luggage had to go down. I’ve schlepped my luggage around Paris before so no problem right? Wrong! I had on slippery shoes walking down slippery steps with a carry-on bag and a 26″ suitcase. I was a free laugh waiting to happen. I slipped and fell, then I even managed to slip a few more steps after my butt landed. It was sooooo pretty for all to see. Fortunately I had on pants instead of the dress that I was traveling in when I flew into Alghero. There was a kind older gentleman who offered his hand to help me up and even carried my luggage the rest of the way down. Weirdly enough, there was a woman with a baby begging for money that I had just passed. As many have warned me, I declined. I wonder if she had some kind of vindictive mojo?

Oh, well. Rome is busy, full of smokers and their smoke, sunny as hell, passionate (about everything it seems, there is always the potential for an argument). I have as yet to take any tours. I have seven days here so I will ease into the rush. I’ll tour something today and this weekend and next week. Speaking of tours, I didn’t take the boat tour. The wind never stopped whipping it up in order for them to set sail. That means I must go back to Alghero at a later date to take the tour.

PS: I will be fine as hell when I return because I am walking my and someone else’s ass off. Hopefully I’ll walk theirs off first so that I can still have some of mine left. How cheeky of me…

I arrived in Alghero at pitch black last night after enduring the cattle call that is Ryanair. The incoming flight was delayed, therefore my departing flight from London was delayed. After I made it through immigration and baggage claim, I felt as if I were in New York at the cab queue because there was no apparent system. Finally I jumped in the road with my arm waving because I was tired of other people jumping ahead of me. It worked.

I thought today would be bikini-wearing, on-the-beach-lying kind of weather – NOT! It was cold as not-hell and the wind was blowing to beat the band. I wanted to take a boat cruise to the Neptune Caves but the wind has been blowing so hard that it won’t leave until 15h. I guess I will relive last night’s cab experience because there have been people clustered around the ticket window all day. I think I will mosey on over around 2pm. I leave tomorrow morning so this is my only day to go and I will be on the boat.

Speaking of tomorrow, on to Rome!

I made it to London safely and in one piece after sleeping in JFK Friday night. I arrived too late to be able to go out Saturday night.By the time I made it through immigration, got to the hotel and checked in and showered, it was after midnight and it seemed as if the places listed in the free guidebook all closed at 1am. Oh well, there’s still Rome.

On a sour note, Cingular (right now Shitgular) has screwed me because my cell phone doesn’t work although I called to activate international roaming weeks before I left.

I did the tourist thing today and it just so happened to have been a somewhat sunny day. Yay!

5/30 update – Cingular fixed my problem. I can now send and receive the $.20 text messages I so desperately craved. I won’t talk to anyone unless it is important.

I am finally trying to pack my suitcase for my trip and am finding once again that I have an aversion to packing. I thought it was only related to moving but I now see that it applies to traveling as well. I find it incredibly difficult to pack for vacation because I must CHOOSE what I will take with me and, by default, what I will leave. I have a lot of things to choose from. Which also makes moving extremely difficult. Moving a lot of stuff requires days and days of packing which is a task I despise. Some day I’ll move and have movers pack my things and move them too (maybe they could pack my suitcase for vacation as well). I think this year’s New Year’s resolution should have been to lighten my load and make moving easy on myself. I’ll make it a mid-year resolution.

Despite the extreme aversion to packing, I’m ready to be on the plane taxiing down the runway. Only then will I stop obsessing about what I’ve forgotten to do at work or at home. Alors bien…

Current mood:  tired

I just finished bathing my two cats. They are indoor cats who had a nasty flea problem (or maybe it’s me who had a problem with the fact they had fleas). They have now been bathed, flea medicine has been applied and flea spray has been sprayed. I’m tired now and ready to go to bed…

Current mood:  chipper

I need to have the Go-Gos’ song playing on a continuous loop – vacation’s all I’ve ever wanted…

I’m not literally ready to go yet but in my mind I am ready to be on the plane taxiing down the runway away from Saint Louis heading to European adventure. Maybe I’ll meet the man of my MySpace “Who I’d Like to Meet” dreams and end up with the Italian farm and children. Or maybe someone will see me emerge from the ocean in my white Brazilian bathing suit (a la Halle Berry in the James Bond movie) and whisk me about town in their vintage Aston-Martin. Or more likely, maybe I will take pictures of places I’ve never been and have some charming stories to tell when I return. Who knows? You will when I get back because I’ll blog it to death.

Now I’m off to pack the suitcase or something productive…

“Touch me on the inside part and say my name!”

If you’ve not seen the movie, you definitely will miss this reference.