Hi my name is Caro, and I’m a camel. Seriously. My target to combat the heat was to drink 15 8-oz glasses of water per day. This is a totally arbitrary amount that I pulled out of my ass. And on this particular day? Yeah I had almost 20. That’s 160 ounces of water and I was still somewhat parched.
To put things in perspective, this happened on the day I did the “Caesar Shuffle”. We started at the Colosseum then headed to the Forum in the peak of the sun. Shade in ancient ruins is few and far between. Then we did Palentine Hill (ruins of the emperors homes). In case there was some question, it should be known that ruins are my favorite!!
Being a day ahead of “schedule” we took a leisurely lunch at the top of the capitol building. After lunch we headed to the Catacombs of San Callisto. SO INTERESTING. a couple of former popes, some saints, and martyrs were buried there at one point, although the catacombs have since been looted and almost nothing remains. There’s about 20km of hallways of mass burials so MILLIONS of people were buried down in there. As an added bonus: it was so nice and cool in the catacombs and our tour guide was a priest from Australia. Sweet!
We spent another day or two wandering the Crypts of the Capuchin Monks, the Pantheon, and some other miscellaneous sites and museums. Our final day in the city was meant to be spent taking full advantage of the spa at the hotel. However, this turned into “lets go to the hospital for pink eye then take a nap” day. I should mention that our hotel was on the outskirts of the city. There was not one English or Spanish speaker at the hospital. Somehow I managed to give them my name, tell them I had conjunctivitis, express my allergies, and gave a list of my current medications. Oh and the health care system in Italy ROCKS. I got in and out in an hour and the total bill (since im foreign) was €25. Seriously less than 40 bucks for a hospital visit including medicine is awesome.
We spent out last night in Rome enjoying the night view from our balcony, then a man started yelling from over his balcony to down below. I initially assumed he was either crazy, drunk, or both. “Hello!! Hello!!” Then he started with “Can you send somebody up?” Um what? then he elaborated. “The door is closed” = dude locked himself out on the balcony. It was hilarious.











