It's meant that all conversations in Rome resulted in us speaking broken English with an Italian accent in the hope that they understand us better than regular English, when really the end result is sounding like the count from sesame street and know one knows what you are on about.
After we got to Rome from the airport we were chatting to figure out which direction to head in to get the hotel, when a guy (who we thought was American) shouted "you guys are Aussie right? Can I buy you guys a drink?"
Turns out he was from Adelaide and he had that weird accent that all South Australians have.. And he was smashed.
After we finished our first drink we went to leave he begged us to stay, He was waiting for his train and didn't want to drink alone. We stayed for one more drink but that was about it, his South Australian accent was getting thicker and thicker with every sip and we could hardly understand him.
Our hotel had a rooftop area overlooking the city. We were that excited to be in Rome, so after dinner we bought a bottle of red and headed to the roof to plan our next day.
I wanted to see the Sistine Chapel so we headed to the Vatican to get a look, and then we saw the line.
Technically we had seen the Vatican so we decided to skip waiting in line for hours and go to the colosseum.
There was another line at the colosseum but it was no where near as long, which was good news given it had cracked 35 degrees.
We were fortunate enough to be standing next to a group of Americans who were loudly being loud and we spent almost an hour listening to their waffle.
The colosseum was, well colossal. It was huge and all the stories about what went on we're fairly intense.. Russell Crowe will give you the gist.
But my god was it hot! All the stone and loud American banter meant that we quickly saw everything and went to get some shade and some lunch.
Grandma told me I had to get some leather boots in Italy. Challenge accepted.
We wandered around the main shopping strips near the Spanish Steps and I didn't find anything I liked.
Disappointed And bootless, we had dinner near the Trevi Fountain. Well what we thought was the Trevi Fountain until we realised that it's a bit bigger and more popular.
|That's not a fountain..|
|THIS is a fountain|
After finding the right fountain (these people have fountains everywhere!) I did the typical tourist thing and threw a coin in so I return to Rome, I'm hoping when I come back it's not so hot. Hopefully the fountain will hook me up.
The next day we headed to Trastevere to hunt boots because it's meant to be THE happening place, and well let's face it.. We're happening kind of people.
We took the train and then started walking, in the wrong direction. For an hour.
We were no longer on the map we had and google couldn't even save us.
I won't lie, walking in the heat with no idea where we were and taxis not pulling over wasn't the best time.
We finally got a taxi to pull over and got dropped off in the right spot.
Trastevere was magical, after a tense journey there it was clear that wine, pizza and pasta were the key to happiness.
And then we explored the back streets, it was the cutest place.
I found a shop called Carlo Cecchini, I knew I was I the right place to find my boots, it smelt of leather. Not in a weird way, in a exciting boot challenge kind of way.
I picked out a pair and declared the challenge a success.
They wrapped the boots and gave me a ridiculously large bag to carry. I loved it!
We then had to head out to a new hotel just outside of Rome where the bus was picking us up the next day.
Getting public transport with a suitcase and the massive bag o boots was not fun. Repacking was happening, as a matter of priority.
The place we stayed was a camping ground that had a lot of youthful types drinking cocktails from buckets.. When in Rome..