Tenhle víkend, jel jsem do Rome.

I am not a good blogger.

Now that I've got that aside, I went to Rome this past weekend and visited Katherine! Flying there was the first time I've actually been alone on an airplane. I was somewhat nervous because although I've been on probably a hundred planes by now, attempting to get through all the buses and check-ins and security by myself seemed daunting in a country where I barely speak any of the language. Luckily, though, (and I guess obviously) everything was in both Czech and English and it was very easy.

Last time I went to Italy, I thought I liked Rome better than Florence. Florence is kind of a city of art, which I have close to zero interest in. I was there for several days, which were fun, but also full of art museums. Not my thing. We only spent a day in Rome, though, and Emily gave a superspeed tour in which we saw the Vatican, the Sistine Chapel, the Colosseum, the Forum, the Trevi Fountain, and the Spanish Steps. Basically...everything there is to see. I found all of these things much more interesting than paintings, so I declared that Rome was cooler than Florence.

Now that I've spent more time there, I guess I do still think Rome is cooler. The sights there are still more interesting. However, now that I got to take in the city more, I think Florence is a lot nicer. Rome is dirty. And huge. Everywhere we went I felt like we were walking forever, and then we'd have to take a bus, and then a tram, and then walk some more. I don't recall ever taking public transportation in Florence.

Not to sound like I'm complaining though, because it was an awesome, relaxing weekend. We saw St. Peter's Basilica and the Tomb of the Popes, where Katherine had an awkward Catholic moment, and the Castle Sant'Angelo, which I had never even heard of but which was pretty cool.

Also, we went to the Hard Rock Cafe Rome! Feel free to mock me, but I needed a damn hamburger, and it was damn good. I think this brings my total of Hard Rock Cafes visited to somewhere around 8. That's kind of sad.

Anyway, the bad (?) thing about the weekend was that I started to miss Prague. I even ended up ordering Pilsner when we went to a beer bar (and it cost €5...kill me.) If I miss Prague when I'm only gone for 3 days, what happens when I actually have to move back to the States?