Rome is frickin’ wucked. We arrived on Tuesday night to a stinky dorm room after spending the day at Castiglio del Lago, on Lake Trasimeno - 
. The day spent by the lake was a nice relaxing start to the hectic nature that is Roman Italians, their coffee and their scooters.
We’ve so far had three days here. On Wednesday we decided the best bet would be to head out and get our bearing and maybe find a nice park to sit under a tree and figure out exactly what it was we wanted to see - little did we know that 1) our map was sh*te and 2) that Rome had so much to do. We walked towards what we thought was a park, however it was all fenced in and we basically ended up walking around the whole thing - lucky I had my Cafe Macchiato to keep me focused, Anna had no such luck. Once we got most of the way around we discovered an entrance to a bit of greenery.
Upon entering and seeing the guy in front of us bend down and pick up numerous half smoked cigerette butts, we were slightly concerned that we had entered one of those parks that city-dwellers know abour but tourists don’t. Bags clutched to chests we ventured on and found the first of many fountains, and a number of young tourists, and Italian mothers and their kids… Crisis averted.
Cool-osseum
Next stop was the Colosseum - we walked away from the fountain not quite knowing where we were, but knowing at least that we were fairly close. We walked a few hundred metres with faces buried in the map, then looking up to see the name of the street we were on, there it was, you couldn’t miss it… Down the hill we went, fighting fat american tour groups to the entrance… More to come tomorrow, or soon at least…