This would mark my third time visiting Rome, although it wasn’t much of a visit. We only stopped to switch trains so we could get on our way to Pisa. Since we were only going to be spending a day on Pisa, I was quite excited. All I really wanted to see was that silly leaning tower deal that I have been hearing so much about.
I was still pretty groggy upon our arrival to Pisa. I can never sleep on those darn trains for a few reasons: Even at night I want to stare out the window and enjoy the scenery, I’m usually too excited for our next destination, and the seats are about as comfortable as a back message from a spastic 550 pound temperamental gorilla named crush. Anyways, we found some more lockers to put our stuff in, grabbed a map from the info box at the train station and then started walking around the city. The fact that it was raining didn’t really help out in the morale department. Being wet and tired makes it a little difficult to get yourself all jacked up for an 836 year old disfigured pile of marble, I’m not gonna lie. Though once we had the tower in our sites, it was hard not to be impressed. This thing that I have seen so many pictures of was finally a victim of my own viewing pleasure. In the rain, I stood on that ground before the tower turned to the camera, smiled, and performed a pose that has been done by so many others before my time.
The most favourite activity was lying down on the grass near the tower. The sun had finally poked its head through the clouds and bestowed a wonderful sunny day upon us. There were some more pictures taken, of course, and some people watching, which is always a must in these given situations. We were making fun of all the people doing the standard poses but really couldn’t give them flack considering we had had our fare share of cheese-ball photography just prior to theirs.
After we were shooed off of the lawn we went on a walk to explore the sidewalk shops. Lindsey and Ramsey both purchased some killer shades. I almost did myself but decided not to, considering I already had one and a half pair. We found a nice little restaurant nearby and had a good lunch. The gang indulged in some pizza while I had some pasta. It sounded amazing on the menu but was a rip off when it came to the portion. I should have gotten the penne pasta instead of the pappardelle. A lady next to me ordered the penne and had a massive portion. Maybe I just wasn’t cut enough? My appetite was not satisfied at all after this little pasta dish so I hit up a pizza stand right away and had some proper slices.
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