I'm so goth... I sacked Rome.
Of snakeskins, magical blunts and 200 euros
"NEW ENTRY.
Last updated 17 weeks ago"
*dead*
---> passed my BAC and have spent all of last week hoping desperately to be accepted by the University of Zürich, Switzerland. To take my mind of that, I started cleaning and organising my room like a madwoman on E and packing things into a multitude of polychrome boxes andmessing around with my adorable [not-so]little 184 cm brother and meeting people from my old school and buying earrings and redoing my nosepiercing and reading and
They accepted me.
Wootz!
Right. I've been to Rome. [insert lame wordplay and proverbs mentioning Rome haha].
My Father and I went from Valencia airport, my mother and my brother from Basel -- we were planning to meet at the hotel. So we go. First thing we notice in Rome is that there's an insane amount of people waiting next to those things that go round and round and round and round *a fascination about as useful as... a dog chasing its tail* where the bags come out? Well we didn't think too much of that. Yet. We started waiting. Nothing. No round and round and round and round. :/ 20 minutes later: the first few suitcases fall out with a blam! that'd make Stevie Wonder blink, and pursue their endless circular journey. Some people claimed their luggage and left. We filled up the spaces neatly and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Nothing. Just that hypnotic sunuva circular motion with 2 suitcases -either ownerless or forgotten- on it. Snake skin. The movement as they went round corners reminded me of snake skin, bending with the animal's movement, revealing its sinews in an almost grotesque and unearthy manner.
Basically, we waited for 2 hours for our bags. Halfway through the guy next to me, an emaciated, weary-looking chap sits down as much as the crowded hall allowed him to do and... whipped out a joint. O.o Lookies here:
Anywhooo, as if by magic, the slot gave birth to 20lets - 20 suitcases in one go.
Murphy's Law has it that those weren't ours.
We arrived two hours after the scheduled plan which greatly distressed my dad, the imminent sage and vicious control freak. My brother was fast asleep in our room so I had nothing much to do except inspect the room -- which already had a Phillip-esque touch *herm herm cough mess cough* and, to my surprise, rubber walls covered by gold velvet and silky wallpaper. Have you ever been in a rubber room? haven't either but that's pretty damn close to what I imagine one to feel like!
The next day, we went to see the Collosseum. That was pretty interesting because I knew nothing about Roman history. Emperor Nero built this in response to the fire that consumed the previous-eooden- amphi-theatre-like arena. It seats 50.000 people who, whilst eating fruit (archeologists found peach cores in some of the apectator's seats), watched the bloody scenario.
The bottom of the collosseum, under the wooden plank, could be flooded for sea fights. Of course, this was done by Jewish slaves. :/
The Collosseum from 20 metres distance.
Piccus:
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My folks in front of the forum romanum
one....
.... and two.
ruins.
unfortunately, i'm not only talking about the architecture.
skinny wrecks of women.
Outch.
pretty facada
The secret garden
My future House [of USHER]
The pyramid on the cemiterio Protestante, where Shelley and Goethe's Son lie dead.
Evelyn Story had the most amazing tombstone with an angel drooped over it as if in mourning.
A Swiss Guard! Well, they look more like clowns now don't they... shame. That's an attemptto hide their sexiness. ^__^
At the end of the tour I went up to one of them positioned outside the exit and went 'CHOCHICHäSCHTLI!!!'. His response was the biggest freaking grin my bother's ever seen, he said.
US...
having just gotten out of the daVinci museum,
which had the coolest mirror room ever.
(brother beer = pissed off mother)
Again. Celebrating our 2-hour-fight-free anniversary.
¬__¬
The saddest picture I took...
that person is lying in their own excrement right in the poshest quarter of rome, near the Spanish stairs. Next to her the waste containers. next to That, an ALFA ROMEO parked next to a fashion store.
A PET-bottle of wine is her only comrade.
All in all, I managed to spend 200 euros and have a fun time.