In London the capital as early as different, Aythami, Nestor and I woke up on Tuesday January 23 tired and excited knowing that we still expect much of the adventure ahead.
Aythami, which according to Nestor unleashed more cantankerous profile during our tour of British and Roman lands, was the first one up and trying (sometimes without any success) that he was not noticing his concern, began to pressure Pist and me to pusiesemos us up, we did pack, let us chat ...
Castilian is curious that the word concern begins with the prefix "before", as indeed is something that is usually attached to a problem that has not yet taken place. I want to consider occupations over pre-occupations, although many would define it simply as being "a dude", so I try as far as possible not to attach too much importance to those problems are on the horizon yet.
All this comes up because despite fears Aythami, by a taxi at £ 10 per head, was cheaper than the express train (well so are the prices of trains in England) arrived with plenty of time to the airport Stansted and indeed, the usual delay in preparing to defame me, he was severely beaten throughout the journey.
After checking in, one step shop duty free olio me to Zaragoza, a sandwich at Pret a Manger and a flight in one of those planes-can of sardines Ryan Air were the prologue to what would really interested in this post: The trip to Rome.
Upon arrival at the Roman lands we meet with Nico and ADEX, the latter straight hair to the song by Japanese straightening that made him look ye-ye who fondly described as not serious. A bus took us for only 5 € to the Termini station, where Nestor we had booked a hotel name in the Via Cristina Castro Pretorio. You'd think it was therefore logical to find that street and start walking in search of the number of hotel or poster that announced ... they do not! According to Nestor, it was right to walk around these streets all the letters preserved Roman SPQR manhole covers in spite of doing disservice to the reputation of the Roman Empire urbanisnistico order. A few laps and a few steps on our footprints were crowned by an encounter with a well selected by our friend the devourer of nuts. The three included breakfast room of the bed brought to Aythami would receive every morning in his underwear to the waitress, "so that may arise."
The first night a beer Peroni Nastro Azzurro "in a gambling den Adex Erasmus where he began to sing the refrain with which we travel amenizaria whose refrain was something such that "I do not understand how they can stand this cold!, you are not dying?, I'm hot climates!; tiny cold has put ;...".
The next day, like everyone else, an awful would allow us better or worse, often with audio guide and hanging on every occasion with photo shoots, enjoy: The Coliseum, where centuries of history come to life before your eyes ; the dome, the square and the Vatican Museums, art such as spectacular peaks that seemed to confront each other drowning the visitor, the Pantheon, the Forum, the Palatine, where every other architectural stores jealously an account, the Trevi Fountain with its currency excited turning over shoulders, the piazza of Espagna and Piazza del Popolo with its staircase and the twin churches, San Carlo dei Fiori and four Baroque sculptures in San Pietro in Vincoli the horned Moses in serious look, the Castello de San Angelo and San Miguel wicked; La Piazza Navona and the rivalry between genius; The Isola Tiberina, the Ara Pacis, the mausoleum of Augustus, the mouth of the Veritas, the cathedral of San Giovanni, the monument to Vittorio Emanuelle II, Marcello Theatre, the Column of Trajan, the Capitoline she-wolf, Villa Borghese, the Circo Massimo, ...
Rome has so many monuments that speak of each of them will probably take me hours and therefore not it bother me, just say the Italian capital is probably a mecca for lovers, an enchanted stone garden, a dream of the past who wakes up, a castle in the clouds, a statue comes to life, a day does not end, a night does not stop ...
Rome, ultimately though I love to leave for my next visit to the Borghese Gallery, the Domus Aurea and those skyscrapers that I missed.
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