Rome, Italy

Welp, made it to Italy. Roma, specifically. Had to lie to the mama dukes about the flight length or else she wouldn’t have boarded the flight to a land without “Ice” in its name. I think she caught on mid-flight after finishing her entire book and questioning how long that took her. It was for her own good. Shhh…

We’ve lost an hour from Iceland, but gained an additional hour into the future from the U.S. So basically, if something big happens, I’ll send out a memo because that obviously means we’ll know about it here first. Because we’re in the future. Right? That’s what I thought. You’re welcome in advance. Please Note: I can’t provide winning lottery #’s because the Italian future doesn’t have the U.S. lottery. Because it’s not the U.S. Obviously. It seems there may be a few limitations to having this kind of power- should’ve known, Marty McFly was not a millionaire. Meh.

Anyway, it’s less cold here in Italy. So mom should be happy about that. I walk around without a coat on regardless, as I’m my own personal space heater (a quality which provides the most bestest cuddles, but terrible quality for living in Florida). It’s also MUCH less expensive here, even under the Euro. And that’s hard to pull off when working with U.S. currency in Europe. But considering I have, misplaced, both a credit card and my sole debit card- I’m working with limited funds at the moment. I never have these sort of hiccups when solo traveling. Interesting.

I recommend taking the Trenitalia (train) Leonardo Express from Fiumicino Aeroporto (FCO airport) to Roma Termini (city center). 
The hostel around the corner from the Roma Termini is €11/night. Hell of a steal for the center of Rome. The rooms are spacious and clean and the bathrooms are nice. Most importantly it’s a safe area, and within ‘manageable’ walking distance from the best sites.

Now, I must go find an exchange venue that does not take pleasure in bum-raping tourists with their offensive exchange rates and commission charges in order to get rid of this U.S. $ that no one seems to want to accept. Shocking, I know. 
Wish me luck 👌🏻

We’re taking off. The, mother almighty, is praying. I’m so embarrassed…
We arrived. In one piece. Must have been all of that praying.
DaVinci gets an entire airport AND a train named after him. Selfish much? Damn.
One-stop-shop. Perfectly weird and creepy. I Love it.