This is Rome

and not Sparta! Rome is very nice, and I love it, but as my mother said the other day, I was expecting and was prepared for everything on this trip - except the heat!

I came to Rome early on saturday, and was planning to meet up with James, who I met in Berlin. But James didn't meet me where we had planned, so I ate lunch by my self. Later on the way back home, started this "student" from the university to follow me around, and he wasn't evern scared of by my "boyfriend" that waited for me, and expected me at anytime. I managed in the end to shake him of, but of course he managed to kiss me in the cheek, before I ran of. Back at the hostel did I sleep the next three hours.

The next day (yesterday) was equally hot, and Dan and I, the guy I hired to protect me, went to the Vatican. The Vatican was packed with tourists of course, and after a tour down in the tomb, we went Castel Sant' Angelo, where it was suprisingly chilling and lovely. We also walked to the Piazza Navona, before we stopped by the Pantheon. In the end did we end up at the memorial for the unknown soldier.
At this point I started to have so much pain in my leg, that I have to give up Fontana di Trevi and take a taxi home.

Today I've spent the day at the hostel, and at the laundry place, while I've tried to relax my foot (which doesn't seem to get better). But as my mother told me on the phone, I should concider go to the hospital.

I'm alright, I only look like a sack of potatos!