Happy "National Leprechaun Day!" So Tators, locate your wee little friend, follow his rainbow to his pot of gold, and then knock his tiny tush out, steal the gold, and haul mad ass! Hey, there is a budget deficit out there, ya know?! And, gold is probably the only thing that is retaining its value, and what does a short man in a funny suit need a pot of gold for? Nada!
So, let embark on the rest of my Roma adventure...
Oh, one thing I forgot to tell you that Romans love are hot dog dogs. And, there hot dog dogs are not the teeny ones, they are super sized! I think the hot dog dog is the offical dog of Roma; I think.
Ok...
So, on day two, Carl-E and I are off to the Sistine (NOTE: Not the Sixteen Chapel) and Vatican Museum (NOTE: I cannot tell you how many ignorant English speaking people call the Sistine Chapel the Sixteen Chapel; it made me cringe each time). Well, the line was about 2 and 1/2 hours deep. Carl-E instantly said, "No Way!" which triggered my boo-hoo face (NOTE: Ya know the face; pouty bottom lip and weepy, pleading eyes).
And then...
before I turned on the water works to get my way, we were approached by a young lady that asked us if we wanted to take an English speaking tour for 50 Euros each, and with the tour you get to jump the insane line. Before Carl-E could utter a word, I said, "YES!" So, off we were with 18 other English speaking people and our guide. I had to chuckle when we cut everyone in line, because they had to wait, SUCKAS!
When...
We were inside a couple of guys started to give our a-bit-to-long-winded-but-nice-enough guide a hard time and point-blank told him to "To Stop Talking and Get On With The Tour!" Now, we all had head phones that linked to our guide, so everyone heard the guys comments; can you say uncomfortable silence?! Our guide did not miss a beat and basically told them to shut it in a high brow way.
As we...
Are walking though the galleries getting tidbits about this painting and that tapestry the same guys decide to start giving our guide a rash once again. After another exchange of words the guys decided to leave the tour. As they walked off I gave a the silent cheer (NOTE: Carl-E thought I was swatting flies).
After...
2 and half hours of tour, we were finally released back into the city. Now, it was time for SHOPPIN! I could not wait to get me some new shoes. I was so excited to find the Pucci boutique, I was giddy. But to go shoppin, you have to go to the Spanish Steps.
OMG...
I thought Carl-E was going to explode with all the people. It was so crowed that I could of wedged myself between two people, had my feet lifted off the ground, and carried around. I knew my time was limited, so I grabbed Carl-E by the hand and headed to the "side streets" were the high end stores are. Well, after no luck locating a Pucci store, I headed to Chanel. Well, there was a line that stretched way down the block. I have never had to wait in a line to enter the Chanel store in Orlando. So, I jigged left and then right avoiding the crowds to the Louis Vuitton store. Well, there was a line there too! I never had to wait in line in Hot-Lanta. So, I said forget this (NOTE: While wearing the pouty face once again!)
Sad...
that I got no new shoes, I decided to drown my sorrows in gelato. Oh, it was so yummy, I almost forgot about those fierce Pucci sling backs that I had been dreaming about since we landed in Roma; almost!
Time to hit the gym!
I am out!
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