Rome, Italy
I probably looked like a lunatic. The large tent that I was staying in sat raised on a base of cement blocks that I was furiously molesting with the end of a 3 foot stick. It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was still high, turning every rock on the ground into a skillet. I was hunched over, trying to get a good view of the cracks and nooks that formed under the base of my tent, stick in hand, prodding away.
"Hey man. What are you doing?" He s...