August 21
I’ll be the first to admit that I would not be picked as a
human representative if we ever have the need for intergalactic ambassadors. I
say this because, in case it isn’t already glaringly obvious, I do not fit the
definition of “normal”. I have embraced my strangeness because I believe I have
more fun that way, but as a direct result of this, I have a special place in my
heart for humans who are odd, strange, or abnormal because we weirdos have to
stick together.
That said, Claudia, our Coliseum tour guide was in a
category all by herself. Between her tortoise pace, old man hat, and her lack
of any knowledge of Roman history, the five of us (mom + my 3 siblings) were
torn between hysterical laughter, and the need to smack her across the face.
Rather than teach us anything of value, she was insistent upon repeating
obvious and well-known facts, laughing at comments that couldn’t be considered
jokes no matter what language she said them in, and pointing out the presence
of policemen to those of us who were blind as well as hopelessly incompetent.
Needless to say, we bailed before she could force us to walk around the slave
pit one more time.
Though our escape was 100% necessary to maintain our mental
stability, we still felt a twinge of regret when we realized we would be
missing out on some important historical sights. This brought us to the
decision to visit both the Pantheon and the Trevi Fountain. (Insert
stereotypical tourist photo-ops here)
Next came naps back at the hotel, more shopping, and then
our last dinner in Rome, so naturally, we find ourselves at a French
restaurant. Typical.
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