Roma

So apparently, in Rome, you have to be mean to the people trying to get you to buy roses, or else they won't leave you alone. It's incredibly frustrating. According to B, it feels just like NYC. Our apartment is, special. Apparently, there is an on/off switch for the water heater...which wasn't discovered until after we both had showered...coldly. Nothing like starting the day with a cold shower. We went to the Borghese Gallery last evening, which was spectacular, lots of Bernini sculptures, and took Rick Steve's night stroll, which took us from Campi di Fiori, which is where we're staying, to the Pantheon, Trevi Fountain, and ends at the Spanish Steps...which we didn't get to. We were accosted by rose sellers at the Trevi Fountain. Thought about tossing them in, but that seemed a little rude. Today is the old stuff day, so we'll be visiting the colloseum, forum, pantheon by day. Tomorrow is holy day, all the vatican stuff. Then B leaves and i head for Naples and Sorrento. I am, however, ready to go home. Apparently 3 weeks is about my tolerance level for living out of a suitcase and wearing the same clothes. I figure I'll see naples, pompeii, and sorrento, and maybe positano, and then try to come home early. We'll see how british airways cooperates with that. (and that doesn't mean i'll be into work any sooner).

ciao.