Amy and I decide to go to the National Museum in downtown Rome, it's something to do, it's getting dark and neither of us want to waste our first day here. I get an email from Katie Bates saying that she can't meet me until tomorrow night because she has a bunch of homework. Amy has been studying in Leon, Spain so her Spanish is quite good, which is close to Italian, so brilliant, we attempt to use the bus system, calling it a system is generous.
You cannot buy tickets on the bus and the driver offers no other explanation. We discover that we have to buy them at the metro station and get on the bus. We watch to figure out the system. No one stamps their ticket... hmmm.... The bus doesn't stop unless you hit a button a stop in advance... fair enough... but we cannot read the street names because its getting dark and they're conveniently hidden on the buildings.
We ask an old woman who speaks only Italian, no spanish, a little french? I try to communicate... she sortof understands, she tries to help us, a man butts in and pretty much tells her she's wrong and they start fighting. Luckily Amy has a map and we get off at somewhere that looks kindof right. We find it twenty minutes later.
Lots of statues with broken appendages, some cool frescos, and an entire room of a recreated painting that makes you feel like you're in a tranquil park. We get back fine and feel a sense of accomplishment? We decide to take on the biggies tomorrow. I need to sleep.
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