(Written at the top of the page: “Aw fuck it- How often do you get to write “I’m in fucking Rome!”)

Well, it’s only 4:40pm right now so I don’t have too much to write about yet. But since I’m on the 2 our train ride outta here I want to pass the time by.

Last night was great- we ended up going to MacDonald’s for dinner and afterwards we went to check out some fountains. We did a traditional over-the-shoulder coin toss into the fountain and it’s supposed to mean that we will return to Rome together in the future, or some shit. We checked out another fountain afterwards and then we figured we had better hop on a bus if we wanted to make it back. We had just gotten into the train station when a woman outside started screaming like she was getting stabbed or raped or something. All the guards started to run to her and that’s when I freaked out. I was so afraid that we would be threatened or something that I made sure that Rachel was always in front of me of next to me so that I could see her at all times. We ended up getting on the last bus to the station, and only one bus was left, and it was on its way out. But we asked for a ride and he said sure. All the lights were off and we were being very quiet so the bus driver forgot about us.

Next thing we know we’re sitting in the main bus station waiting for the driver to get his car and personally give us a ride to the campsite. What a night! Our first full day together! It was the best day in Europe so far…

Today we saw the sisteen chapel [sic] and it was fucking amazing! Oh-that reminds me- I taught Rachel how to use proper accenting on “fucker.” Such as: fuck face, fucker, and fucking cool and she loves to say it so it’s very entertaining for me seeing as I use it all the time.

Well, I’ll write later- this train is too fucking annoying- the driver is on crack.

6:15pm

(I’m still on the fucking train) I never realized what consisted of a relationship until I got this chance. The opportunities are slim nowadays. I’ve never had the chance (okay, nerve) to walk down the street holding someone’s hand. I mean. Who’d of thought that I’d be kissing a girl in the Sistine chapel [sic]?!  Or who’d of thought I’d be kissing a girl?! Just another thing that has expanded my mind throughout  this trip. I never expected to feel so independent but when you’re on your own with all amateurs we all learn to open our minds to some things and close our minds to others. I can no longer rely on a “beaner” {which is slang for “bean burrito at Taco Bell} for pleasing a whole days worth of appetite, or asking someone something because chances are they won’t understand me anyways. Nor can I rely on the car for transportation, parents for money or advice, a cozy warm bed at night. I’m just happy to wake up in the morning and find my body scabie-free! But hey, the grass is always greener on the other side.  No, let me change that. I love it here. Let the grass be greener over there- at last I don’t have to mow it.