What made me go to Rome, you ask? Well the Lizzie McGuire Movie for one. So don't be surprised if I suddenly become a famous popstar, at first posing as a double for another famous popstar. I'm joking (kind of), but why not Rome? Gelatos, cobble-stone streets, Italians (they're so friendly), an amazing city with a rich history and, um, i guess the art is important.
My goals thus far are:
1. Learn more than three words of Italian (ciao, Paolo, and bicciere, which means cup). So far, I can say,"Hey Paolo, cup?" Or, "Paolo, hey! Cup?" Or, "Hey, cup! Paolo!" All three will get me very far. I guess the only place I can go is a restaurant. I just hope I have a waiter named Paolo.
2. Eat a ton of gelato.
3. Travel. A lot. Maybe do cool things like zip-lining down Switzerland mountains, unless I cry and demand they take me down first.
4. Have a guy serenade me in Italian, again. I almost drove off the road the first time (the guy in the passenger seat was Italian), so I will make sure not to be operating a vehicle this time.
5. Visit a museum (I have a feeling Jonah would kick my ass if I didn't say something art-related).
6. Other cool stuff.
Yep, I'm ready. I hope Rome is too. (That was cheesier than it sounded in my head.)
Shout-out to Brad:I was talking to him as I was writing this and thought he deserved the first shout-out. And shout-out to his roommate who is having girl problems. And shout-out to Adam because he would most likely feel guilty for making fun of my shout-outs if I gave him one.
CIAO, PAOLO! BICCIERE.
