So here I am, in the most romantic city of Italy. And it stinks. Really.

I found myself (after many wrong turns & trying to understand Italian) in a hostel full of students. And it's run by Americans. You know what that means.

I'm too old for these stuffs.

So glad it's only one night. And I'll leave first thing tomorrow.

The hostel condition is really bad. Cannot make it. Help!

And then, I met my roomies. Young peeps really. Guess this is what you get for staying in a youth hostel. Thank God they are not Americans. Not trying to be skeptic but from what I hear about them, I prefer Europeans. Or Asians. Not even Canadians.

So tonight, I'm treating myself to a good dinner. Walked quite abit looking for risotto but I can't find any! So, am stuck in a pizza joint but next to a river. Nice. It's gonna be a bomb & I'm sure I cannot finish it.

And I didn't. But. It's the best meal since I came to Italy. Not including gelato. Service & price was superb. It's soooo good which is obvious because it's packed! I'll definately recommend everyone to this place. Let me go on to Tripadvisor later. Plus there's a good looking waiter *winks*.