Roaming. In Rome.

We woke up late after a hard day's work yesterday and set out to burn this town down. And, of course, when I say burn it down, I mean check out all of the popular tourist haunts. And by all, of course, I mean the coliseum. It's the bomb. We ate some lunch, we snapped some selfies, we made some friends, and we watched Ninja Asssasssins in Italian.

**For the record, you're really not missing that much by way of dialogue when you see a movie called Ninja Asssasssins in a foreign language.**

Shara and James are on to Paris for a solo show tonight, so Brian and I have held down the Roman fortress in the mean time. Tomorrow will ferry us on to our next destination, Athens, the site of recent riots and the cradle of "western" civilization (irony). How the mighty have fallen.

As for Rome, it is indeed something special. But the people really have to learn to pick up the dog shit. Seriously. It's obnoxious. We Americans may be loud, presumptuous, obnoxious, and acutely arrogant, but at least we know how to keep operate a plastic bag. Also, what the fuck is with the graffiti? Seriously, it's not that cool. We're not in the South Bronx circa 1979, and there can be no argument that graffiti is improving the visual aesthetic of this historic city. Having just finished my honeymoon in Athens, we will be seeing plenty more pointless tagging in the days to come.

We had a simple, blissful day today, and we both managed to avoid stepping in a turd. Funny looks aside, I really do love being a TOURist.

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