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I didn't think that through

  • k, discussing flight plans back to the states: …then we fly into Nashville and probably go through customs there.
  • me: The Nashville airport has a customs area?
  • k: Technically it's an international airport.
  • me: It's about as international as my butt.
  • k: Wait a second…

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When I speak a line of Greek I seem to taste nectar and ambrosia.
Edward Thomas, Horae Solitariae (via)

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GPOY feeling the beginnings of a pretty bad cold at the Baths of Caracalla

GPOY feeling the beginnings of a pretty bad cold at the Baths of Caracalla

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Today’s gelato flavors, which I walked to the Vatican and back for, as a preemptive reward for failing my exam

  • Kentucky (tobacco-choclate)
  • Black rice and rosebuds
  • Ricotta with orange zest
  • Peach with wine

(This message brought to you by me, because I just bombed my autoptic exam to shit, and now the program director will think I am an irredeemable idiot who just wasted six weeks of his time learning NOTHING. Also I can’t draw site plans to scale to save my fucking life. But I did learn things, I swear! Just because I fall asleep sitting on rocks sometimes doesn’t mean I’m not paying attention)

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I have been doing a shitty job chronicling the past 5 weeks of Rome. So here is a snippet of my last day off.

Today I and some friends walked out of McDonald’s (twice in four days…I know it’s bad, but sometimes you just need a shitty €1 cheeseburger because you’re poor and you miss shitty cheeseburgers), crossed the street to check out a vending station that sold books, and saw great tomes on Classical art juxtaposed with hardcore interracial porn magazines while Kate Bush’s Cloudbusting played from a boombox.

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You don’t understand how long I’ve waited to go to Gelaterie Fatamorgana to try the tobacco-chocolate gelato. Anyway I took the metro from Termini to Ottaviano, walked away from the Vatican towards the residential district, and soon found it. I got three flavors: zabaglione and Greek yogurt were the other two. They were all very delicious and I inhaled the damn thing in two minutes. So good.

With 7 days left in Rome, my work here is done. Zoom

You don’t understand how long I’ve waited to go to Gelaterie Fatamorgana to try the tobacco-chocolate gelato. Anyway I took the metro from Termini to Ottaviano, walked away from the Vatican towards the residential district, and soon found it. I got three flavors: zabaglione and Greek yogurt were the other two. They were all very delicious and I inhaled the damn thing in two minutes. So good.

With 7 days left in Rome, my work here is done.

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It’s Saturday night in Rome, and it can only mean one thing

Thai food.

* Soooo this photo was actually taken last week at a Chinese restaurant. This will have to do, because I forgot to bring a camera to tonight’s dinner outing. I blame Tumblr.

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in which I finally go into that Filipino store down the street to score some instant noodles for my cold, with subtitles.

  • me: Hello. (hands over the noodles)
  • she: Hello. Tagarito kayo? (Are you from around here?)
  • me: Uh…hindi po…nag-aaral lang…doon. (No…just studying over…there (points in direction of Academy))
  • she: Ah, kaya pala hirap na hirap kang mag-Tagalog. (Oh, that's why you're having such a hard time speaking in Tagalog.)
  • me: Matagal na po akong hindi nakakauwi eh, so walang practice. (It's been a while since I've been home, so I'm out of practice.)
  • she: Ah. Sige, kung may kailangan ka pang iba, punta ka lang dito ha. (Ah. OK, if you need anything else, just stop by.)
  • me: Sige po. (OK.)
  • she: Ciao ciao.

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We spent most of this morning on the Via Appia. First stop was the tomb of Cecilia Metella, then Circus Maxentius, which is now just a vast expanse of barely-mowed grass, with some walls left behind. But just in case you didn’t think that was fun enough, we had to walk another mile or so in the hot Roman sun, through thistles and blind curves with crazy Roman drivers and garbage trucks and dead cats with ribs sticking out, to make it to this site, the sepulchre of Annia Regilla, Herodes Atticus’ wife whom he may or may not have had killed.

Then, caked in 5 layers of dirt and sunburnt, we went to a McDonald’s for lunch. Zoom

We spent most of this morning on the Via Appia. First stop was the tomb of Cecilia Metella, then Circus Maxentius, which is now just a vast expanse of barely-mowed grass, with some walls left behind. But just in case you didn’t think that was fun enough, we had to walk another mile or so in the hot Roman sun, through thistles and blind curves with crazy Roman drivers and garbage trucks and dead cats with ribs sticking out, to make it to this site, the sepulchre of Annia Regilla, Herodes Atticus’ wife whom he may or may not have had killed.

Then, caked in 5 layers of dirt and sunburnt, we went to a McDonald’s for lunch.

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