Porn?

Well the first two days have been interesting and eventful if not entirely what I envisioned. The trip got off to a good start when checking in in seattle my bag fell off of the counter and cracked the screen on my digital camera. I think it may be covered by insurance but not sure. Instead I've been pointing the camera in the vague direction of things I want to take pictures of and hoping that it sort of comes out. Moving along to london, there was the extended ride on the bus next to an old woman who smelled strongly of boiled cabbage. It wasn't so bad at that except that she would shreek in astonishment anytime the bus made a slight lurch or turn (which happens a lot when speeding across the tarmac). Once I finally got to Rome, Chrissy met me at the airport, we changed some money at a horrible exchange rate, and booked passage on the taxi of doom. An hour and 80 euros later we arrived at the bungalow (a prefab shack that's actually a lot nicer than most of the places I've stayed recently).

There was also the ATM located conveniently across two freeways (no cross walks) as well the grocery store that sells 7 types of squid in a can but only one jar of peanut butter and the tiny little TV in our hut with 4 channels of german TV (that all show the same thing). The best entertainment though has come from my phone of all places.

About 4 am this morning my phone rings, I answer, and someone hangs up. It rings again, I answer and it's a woman laughing. She asks if Erin Lowe is there. No, I say. She asks if I'm sure (yes) and her buddy in the background shouts to ask if I want to buy some porn. Would I like to buy some porn she asks? Um, not really I groggily reply. The man in the background shouts that masturbation isn't as fun without it, they all laugh and I hang up on them. very strange. Still, if anyone wants to prank call them I have the number in my cell phone history - call 206-363-2622 and say hi for me :)

As to "Roman" things I've done; I've seen the coloseum again, had mass with the Pope, climbed the spanish steps, ate pineapple gellato (which is fantastic) and managed to bruise my shoulder and ribs again somehow.

Tomorrow I'm off to see "Dead people" and continue my hopeless quest to find my brand of film.