Arrived. May Never Leave.

Oh no. Oh boy. Look, I'm writing so that should reassure you that: A) I haven't crashed on a plane, train, vespa. B) I haven't gotten arrested for making any sort of scene (see: getting inebriated on plane, cursing in The Vatican/pantsing the pope...jaywalking). C) Above all-- I am Alive. But! I am going to apologize to most of you now because really...I might not come back. Maybe you thought to yourself "Brittany may never come back, she's gonna be in love (with: italy, france, a boy, a girl? a dog. All of these things.)" But then you chuckled, called yourself silly and convinced lied to yourself that I would definitely come back. Guys? I have to tell you. I'm in love. Maybe you thought Rome and Italy was romanticized? You thought wrong. Its not, its just naturally wonderful/vibrant/beautiful/heart-bursting-tummy-turning-charming. Just look, and go ahead and try not to sigh:

They don't do it justice. I have a great camera and really...I couldn't stop to take pictures half the time because I didn't want to miss what was next to me. I was supposed to leave today. Buuuuut that's not going to happen. I am staying here for another couple days at least. I still have two bottles of wine in my suitcase that are both weighing me down and screaming for attention. If someone else doesn't grab them...I may have to shut them up myself. I got off the train and was so excited that I was overcome with a strange and temporary bout of narcolepsy. So I slept. For ages. Like 12 hours worth of ages. Which is a long time when you're an insect. Or a jet-lagged traveler. So I woke up yesterday morning, bought my ticket to The Vatican. My grandma arranged a lunch date between myself and the Pope, I couldn't let either of them down. So I set off! I'm off! I'm in Rome! On the streets (street)! I made it two whole blocks before I got asked out 15 times and made a friend. Calm down everyone, he's not a serial killer or sleazy italian groper. He's Albanian. So if anything he'd be a sleazy Albanian groper. Erion, who at first I brushed off as a somewhat sleazy tourist attacker, actually turned out to be a big ball of fun on a scooter. I vaticaned and sistine chapeled and got my fill of some of the most spectacular and overwhelming art and learned some important lessons. For example, so many of the sculptures with Fig Undies were damaged...which leads me to conclude that when you are modest, you lose limbs. Which is relieving, I won't be a paraplegic anytime soon. Super.

Later, I met up with Erion again and spent the rest of the afternoon/evening/early morning zooming about on a scooter, seeing all the big stuff and then some smaller, local places. Ate gelato, saw Piazzas, vistas, fountains, peep holes. He even went out of his way to make sure I didn't get too homesick by taking me to a popular American hangout where a bunch of young people stumbled about and made fools out of themselves. One girl even puked all over her Abercrombie jeans. Aw.

We ended up getting pizza and a bottle of wine from a little pizzeria then going and sitting in a park outside The Coliseum. Mmmm authentic Italian pizza. Mmmm delicious wine. I was so stoked to be having my first Italian wine. So delicious. So perfectly sweet. So yum. I picked up the bottle to see what it was in case I needed a case of it...it was just so, so, ...spanish. bahahhahhahaha. Oh well, have plenty of time to taste all sorts of wine(s).

I am off now to meet up with my new friend and zoom about some more. Missing you all and will be back for more in a bit. Unless, of course I get into that wine...in which case I will try to avoid drunk blogging. I'm sure my mom(s) will be disappointed. All my love, b Peace <3