This photo has nothing to do with Naples because Naples was so horrible and ugly I didn't take any photos, so this is a substitute. To begin, the three of us caught a day train to Naples from Rome, figuring we would have some daylight to see the city since the next day we were going to spend in Pompeii, outside of Naples, then off to Greece, or so we thought. Around 1:30 we get off the train, I had a hostel booked in the old town area so I had to catch ...

Vatican City was a nightmare. An impressive and important nightmare to endure, but a nightmare nonetheless. The line was hundreds of people long hours before opening when we arrived, and we waited about 2 hours to get in. Jessie and Jenny played the °who am I° guessing game which was a little obnoxious after that amount of time, but my economics book kept me entertained. Before going, I thought I could spend all day inside the museums like most fam...

Not sure if I told anyone, but I have been soooo excited to come to Rome! I cant tell you how long I spent rereading the lonely planet guide book to make sure I didnt leave anything out of my to do list. I have arrived! Yesterday around 3, checked into my hostel, climbed a bunch of stairs with my ridiculous amount of stuff, and geared up to cross some things off my list. Those included, a museum, the trevi fountain, spanish steps, barberini piazza, and lot...

So I figured I'd combine Venice and Verona since I've been a slacker about posting pictures and blogs lately. We headed out of Florence straight to Venice and were lucky to get a hostel with the All Saints holiday screwing up our easygoing hostel attitude. Jessie's friend Jenny flew in on the 30th for her two week stint with us and we had a decent little dinner at a restaurant in one of the piazzas. I spent the first day, rainy and water coming out my ears, cr...

Day three in Florence and I feel like I know a quarter of the city centre like the back of my hand. Maybe that's because on day one I stumbled into a leather jacket shop, was met by the stereotypical, bushy eyebrowed, super suave, confident, 50 something Italian man, who I will call hereafter Mr. Leather Man, LM for short. He handed me two of the most gorgeous black leather jackets, which he had made, all while rambling to someone on the phone in Italian. I trie...