Off to Rome

here is the jest of the journey to rome: I get on the plane and realize it was made for midgets (i sleep a total of 2 hours on both flights). heart break. then 39 min into the air they put on "Eat. Pray. Love." for every one to watch. JOY. 3 min into EPL I almost throw up because of how bad that movie is.

an hour passes... and so does the gas. the whole ride. The old man next to me eventually began bleeding out of his nose. is this my fault? im not gonna say no.

we had no problems with delays or finding flights and our bags ended up safely in rome. we met a few John Cabot students from cali and penn in london. one of the girls is cute. big deal. just another chick.


here are some cool things about roman hotel "Hilton Gardens": the beds are also made for midgets and the toilets are different.

Baby beds for Monsters

how do you flush? and what is that thing on the right?