Italians, Italians, Italians

Rome was interesting. Our hostel was somehow a campsite a little ways from Rome. This entertained me greatly, and Molly has taped footage of me singing "Let's Get Togther" from The Parent Trap in the cabin.

Of course, there were guys. It's Italy. You pretty much can't escape them, I've found. (Well, maybe with the exception of Milan where the only worthwhile men are gay.) We were at the Trevi Fountain and a group of Italians started talking to us. They bought all three of us roses, but that was all we allowed for. Southern Italians are kind of a lot creepy. I told them all I had a boyfriend (does it matter whether or not it's true?) which only made them say, "If you're in another country, it doesn't count."

Italian guys have such great morals.

We saw the Pope! It's his birthday soon so everyone was singing to him in different languages. I was happy becuase I understood most of the French, Spanish and English that was spoken, so I got the homily in three languages. Italian might be my next one. We'll see.

Now we're in Venice, my favorite and the prettiest city of all of Europe. We got a surprisingly nice hotel that comes with free internet and breakfast, so I'm pretty excited. They recommended this restaurant that gave us some amazing pasta for not too expensive. We already plan on going back.

The guy at the concierge of the hotel also just asked for my number... Italians are extremely forward. We already had the guys at the restaurant we went to tonight ask if we wanted drinks as well. I think I should just have a sign plastered on my forehead that reads, "I'm married with three kids" or "Being An American Girl Does Not Equal Easy." I think both would keep them away. Giovanni informed me that the guys are less crazy in the North, but Venice so far has not been agreeing with that.

Many people (like Christine) are going to be here this weekend, so I'm really happy that I get to see a bunch of friends before going to Greece.

Although, I just found out I have to write my thesis proposal by next week. I was not informed of this, and I am NOT happy about it. Ah well, I'm in Venice!