Lights, Camera, Passion!

First order of business...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MACKENZIE!!! I wish I could be there to celebrate it with you, but unfortunately I am far, far away in Roma. Love you honey.

Now onto more about Rome and life at college.

Another week down and another weekend of nothing to do. Originally I was planning on going to Cinque Terre to hike through the 5 villages, but as it turns out it's 40 Euro each way on the train. I cringed a little bit at the price, but I would do anything short of taking a flight back to the US to get out of Rome for a weekend. Everyone else is using the "I'm broke and would rather spend my money on Italian boots" excuse. It seems like everyone here is being supported by their parents who put money into their accounts for the week. I'm sorry, but that's kind of ridiculous. Usually when you're in Europe you travel through Europe and you kind of need more than a weekly allowance to do that.

Well it's not their faults really....I'm just frustrated at being stuck and being a girl and thus more "rape-able" (in the words of the great Noah) if I travel alone. That's probably what I'm going to end up dong though, which is fine. I feel I can make it through most countries on my own. I'll probably do Ireland, Amsterdam, and maybe France on my own. Meet up with a friend in the UK. School trip to Brussels and Luxembourg. Drag people to everywhere else maybe. We'll see. It will probably get better when everyone has been in Rome a few more weeks.

SO yeah, besides that it's been pretty chill. I went out to Gianico Hill with one of my friends the other day and we took some crazy black and white shots...mostly of me and a rose sitting on the wall overlooking all of Rome. It's really beautiful here. I think I'm warming up to Rome, but I'm still not in love with it. I really don't know why I haven't fallen in love with this city like everyone else has. Every time I tell someone that they look at me like I'm crazy.

Speaking of falling in love... (No, not me! Italian men smell of heavy sweat and cigarettes...not my thing)

Paris may be the city of love and lights, but Roma is the city of passion. There are people making out everywhere here. It's beautiful. Every movement, every touch is filled with this heavy, purposeful romanticism. I can't even try to explain it in words. I would take pictures of it, but I don't want to be that creepy tourist/photographer hiding behind a bush with a telephoto lens. :p

So yeah, it's almost 3am here and I still have some Theology to finish up.

Bises!
-Chace