Note to self: always save blogs.
Ok...so lets try this again. Glad that I'm on the train for a while with nothing else to do. It is lovely scenery though I must say.
Pub crawl. Epic. For 20 euro we had open bar for 2 hours, pizza, beer pong, 3 bars/clubs and a souvenir t-shirt. Let's face it though, you can't put a price on an experience like that though. Beer pong really is the international sport of alcoholics and I was playing a guy from London and we were each down to the last cup and after what seemed like 100 passes each, he finally sank it and I lost. Bows head in shame... Not representing very well am I? It was going sooo well too. LOL. Robyn never did see Chad again but that's ok because we made loads of new international friends: Australians, Brazilians, Argentinians, Brits, Italians and my favourite our new Indonesian/Australian friend with a wonky American-ish accent. He was hilarious! Robyn caught the eye of the Brazilian and I spent most of my time with the Argentinians. We all had a blast!
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The end of the evening wasn't so thrilling however. You see in order to do this pub crawl we had to hop on the metro with the organizers and then walk 7 minutes (yes 7...not 5, not 10...7) in an unknown neighborhood, no idea where we are or where we are going. As we progressed to other clubs we got even more lost. Of course at 130 am when we decided to head back, the metro doesn't run (nor did we have any idea where/if we could get on it if it did) and I'm not a fan of cabs but we didn't have a choice. We tried to hail a cab and thought we had one when he pulled up, slowed down and we walked towards him and he sped off again. Fail! The second guy picked us up thankfully. Unfortunately he did not speak English and couldn't understand my pronounciation of our street name so I decided he would know Vittorio Emanuele (the piazza 2 minutes from our B&B). Little did I know at the time that there are a few Vittorio Emanueles in Rome (of course there are...silly me). He dropped us off on Via Vittorio Emanuele (the street). I didn't think this was a big deal at the time because if it's a street with the same name - we must be close. NOT! We ducked out of that cab and now on the street with no idea where the heck we are, I'm sobering up pretty darn quick trying to figure out how to get us back. So out comes the map. I can't find us and I'm tired and starting to freak out a little when this ANGEL walked up to us and saved our butts. Standing there looking at the map we here "Are you girls American?" "No, Canadian" and she smiles and walks up to us. "Hey girls, where do you need to go, I seen you pull out the map and was like "uh oh I better go see, they're probably lost:"" She was an American living in Rome and after we explained our situation, she explained the multiple Vittorio Emanuele's and that we were not anywhere near where we wanted to be. We needed to go to the Piazza which was not close at all. She hailed us another cab and directed him where to bring us. WHAT A SAINT! I really feel somehow that she actually is an angel of the Monica (from Touched by an Angel) variety and probably disappeared into thin air as soon as we got into that cab safely on our way. I have no idea where she appeared from and what are the odds she was walking by us at that very moment. I mean this is Rome afterall, if there are angels anywhere, I would think it would be here. If not a real angel, then someone up there was definitely looking out for us. Not that I felt we were in any danger or anything but we were exhausted, my feet have never been in more pain than they have been in the last few days and I might just have had a meltdown once I did locate us on the map and realize we were so far.
So to that angel lady who saved us the other night - on behalf of myself, Robyn and MooReece - THANK YOU!
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