Hi there,
In December, when my work contract in Terni had already ended, I had organized with my father to meet in Italy and visit the cities we had not yet seen. Right at that moment my friend Pablo told me that he was coming with his brother on a trip to Europe.
They were making a stopover in Rome, so I arranged to be there when they arrived and spend those days in the city together.
I stayed in a hostel because I didn’t want to spend a lot of money since I would then be in Italy for 15 days and my dad doesn’t go to cheap hotels. The Pantroncinis stayed in a much better hotel, but we were all close to the train station, which is not a very pretty area, but practical for sightseeing.
We met and started the tour. Pablo had the idea that I was going to be the tour guide because I had already been there, but I left the guide job to him. He told me that we could take the bus, or the subway and I told him that it was not necessary, because everything was close. The truth is that to get to the part where things of tourist interest begin it took almost an hour walking.
So, every day it was an hour to go and another to come back, plus all day walking around and seeing things.
In the places where I had already been, such as the Colosseum and the Roman Forum, I waited for them outside because I was not going to pay the entrance fee again. They had already taken a lot of money from me the first time I visited. In this way, I also took the opportunity to sunbathe a little and see the tourists taking their photos.
We started recording funny videos, which are still on my YouTube channel today, so we went everywhere dying of laughter.
Without knowing why, the days we were in Rome we always went through the Vatican and took the opportunity to use the bathroom.
We also began to cross the streets wherever we wanted, and we would fight with all the drivers.
I wanted to leave the hotel at 8am every day and the Pantroncinis negotiated to leave at 9am. Since the breakfast at their hotel was better than mine, Pablo would steal the little jars of Nutella and give them to me as a gift.
Something that made me laugh a lot and what I will always remember is that when we entered the Basilica of Saint Peter, I was amazed at how Pablo and Marce made the sign of the cross. Pablo asked me, “Don’t you believe in God?” and I replied, “Fuck God.” It was one of those typical movie moments in which there is absolute silence. I always remember it as an epic moment of the trip.
One night we went to an “All you can eat” pizza restaurant that I had found on the internet. There was about an hour left walking through an ugly area. Marce said that in Buenos Aires it was unimaginable to be walking through a place like this at that hour. I think that in Rome nobody does it either because we were the only ones.
The last day I accompanied them to buy shirts and I told them to find matching bracelets to always wear as a souvenir of those days of tourism. Marce, I don’t know how he did that the first time he tried to put it on, he broke it. We came back laughing to ask for his bracelet to be changed.
Imagine how our legs were after all those days walking without rest. Marce at one point stopped on the street and pulled up his pants so his legs would get cold, and they wouldn’t hurt so much. Imagine that image of a guy with his legs bare in the cold in Rome in December.
Marce said that in 5 days we had walked about 300 kilometers and every night he said that he was so tired that he was going to make love to his bed.
It was also super funny that we were talking and laughing all the time, but when they got hungry, they just fell silent. It was the signal to start looking for a restaurant.
If those days hadn’t already been crazy enough, the last one was closing with a flourish since we went down the street singing all the songs we knew from “Damas Gratis”. At night, Marce put on his Santa Claus hat and went around wishing people “Buon Natale”.
There were 5 great days in which we laughed non-stop, and they survived my walks.
Then, they continued their tour of Europe and I waited for my dad to continue in Italy.
