The flight down to Newark is 50 minutes, and nothing happened. Then a layover, during which nothing continued to happen. Then the flight! Oh boy. 7 hours and 50 minutes. As usual, I got absolutely no sleep on the airplane. I may have nodded off during The Big Bang Theory for twenty minutes. This means that, having left Newark at 5:30, we arrived in Rome at 7:30 local time, or 2 am our time, not having slept.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me return to the flight, because I can not pass over one of the movies being shown on the plane. This was "Babies". Never has there been a more accurate movie title. If I had gone out and paid $7 to watch this movie, I would have been pissed. This may be the cheapest movie ever made: Set up a camera and point it at a baby. Done. On the flight, after being sleep deprived and with all the cabin lights off, this movie turns into a total mindfuck. I watched slack jawed in amazement as a baby tried to play with her toy - a wooden dowell and a series of concentric wooden rings with a hole the size of the dowel in it - and then threw a fit, I guess, rolling around and making weird noises and flopping around. It's fucking weird. Then, a goat came in and licked the butt of a Mongolian baby taking a bath. Also, the male babies don't wear pants. Can we get these kids some pants? I don't know. This is some weird shit, people. Stay away from "Babies".
So anyway, we got to Rome, and I have to say, the one nicer place in America than in Rome is the airport. Not that the airport's bad, per se, but it's super duper 70's, and Newark, where we flew out of, is nice. Also, I wasn't even able to get out of the airport before another american made an offensive remark. I'm not gonna repeat it here, but suffice to say that you guys won't believe this - they have SCARY MOOSLIMS in Europe - and they're allowed in the AIRPORT
So after that charming experience, into Rome. I don't know if it's a stereyotype that Romans are insane drivers, but they are. I had to cover my eyes. I thought people drove terriibly in Albnany, and I guess they do; to be fair, it looks like ALL the Roman drivers are crazy, so it evens out. After that we got to our apartment, which is nice, except the ceilings are bizzarely huge. There's two bathrooms, but only one has a real bidet (the other one has a little nozzle; video forthcoming!!!!!!!!!) Then I brought a hat and we sat at a cafe. Next to the cafe was one of the "temporary stores" (exactly what it sounds like); Katie brought a cat version of the Mouth of Truth. In case you don't know, the Mouth of Truth is a famous sculpture that you stick your hand in, and if you lie, it bites your hand off. Katie got a replica of this, but it's a cat. Like LOL Cats, but ceramic, and based on famous works of art. (We almost got the smug cat in a toga with a laurel leaf above the title "Romeow", but this one's a little funnier to me.) Photos forthcoming assuming it survives the trip home. Negoiations are currently underway about what to call it; I'm voting for the "Meowth of Truth": Katie, "Truthcat". Big doings. Later: Dinner, and I will pass out.
HIGH POINT: I saw a cute dog.
LOW POINT: "Erotixa" is apparently closed on Sundays :(
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