So we arrived at Rome, where the temperature was a comforting 28 celsius, probably a sign of things to come (if you think that's not too bad, keep in mind that this was during 11pm). To our information-impaired friends out there, that's a nice 84 degrees fahrenheit, in case you were wondering. The hostel we'll be spending our first night in is as shocking as the temperature. Man, this place is a dump. If you gave a five year old epilectic child 5 days time to design a building blindfolded, it would still be nicer than the place we ended up in. It wasn't that bad once we got inside though, but this place could use a lady's touch. Or a scheduled demolition.
Footloose is pooped, so over and out.