Greetings folks from the land where my diet consists of prosciuto, cheese, bread, fruit, Giant bottles of Pepsi Light and Aranciata, and, of course, Gelato. :)
I quickly realized on the first day I got here that the 'converters' for EU sockets they sell you in the United States, don't work everywhere in Europe. Isn't it just my luck that this is in fact my case? So today I went on a quest on Via del Corso to find a hairdryer, an alarm clock, and an electric brush.
Well, I had already begun my day wrong this morning, waking up at 10:30, which is apparently not so good if you want to go shopping on a Saturday. Originally, I just wanted to go to a pharmacy, BUT I didn't give myself the chance, being that they all close at 12:00 on a Saturday. (It wasn't my fault. I stayed up late watching an Italian 'Beatles' Tribute concert on TV. Which, btw, I suggest that you all listen to 'The Beatles' sung by people with strong accents at some point...And then the ladies in the room next door decided they were going to slam doors at 2:00?? I don't know. But it took me a while to fall asleep after that.)SO, I HAD to go to Via del Corso... pretty much Fashion Avenue, that is open for tourists, with stores that no one can really afford. But I tried my luck, and tried to find the most reasonable of things, DESPITE the heat (Think heat in the USA is bad? Yea RIGHT.) But for all you art lovers, I did make a curious find.
There is a store called 'C'Arts', which is basically kind of like a 'Pylones' (look it up! It's awesome!) where they sell all sorts of interesting things. For example:I bought an alarm clock there. It is basically a Barbie stove. More than anything, it made me happy because it reminded me of home. :) And that's all I gots to say about that.
Yes. Rome is hot. The bathrooms are pretty terrible. You can't really find toilet paper, not even at the supermarket. People yell at you and at all hours in general, just because, no good reason. But despite all of that, its art is unlike anything else in this world, and I am more than grateful to be here.
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