And now....for the rest of the story

So I know what you have all been thinking for the last month or so. If you’re like me, you’ve been getting up every morning and going to work/class/living room couch and immediately checking Rossleboss.blogspot.com and thinking what the hell happened? Why hasn’t Ross updated the blog? Is he still alive? Did he run off with some European Princess? Did he join the French Foreign Legion? Is he really STILL IN AMSTERDAM? Well I was lucky enough to speak with him for a brief moment upon his return to the states (yes he did make it back to the states) and I’ve got some good news and I’ve got some bad news. The good news is he did make it back in one piece safe and sound. Even better, he still looked and acted relatively the same and lucky for us he wasn’t the Eurotrashy pretentious ass that we all feared he might be upon his return from Paris. He seemed to be really excited about everywhere he had been and with everything he had experienced. Personally I’m kind of sick of hearing about it. One thing that seemed a little weird was that for some reason would not stop dogging Australians. Strange. The bad news however is that he wasn’t so eager to jump right back into the working world as many of us had hoped he would be, especially his parents. (Hang in there B&T, he’ll come out of it soon…surely). It seems Ross had a few ideas of his own for which I can’t really blame him. Though he did go home for the holidays he wasn’t there for long. He has since migrated up north a bit and now calls the great ski town of Jackson Hole, Wyoming home. Here’s a little something he wanted to share with everyone.



"First of all I want to apologize to all of you avid readers out there for leaving you hanging on the edge of your seat like the end of a 24 episode. Once we stopped traveling and I got back home I just got a little tied up.
Though it looks like it from the last blog entry, Amsterdam was not the last stop on the trip. From there we went on to Belgium, Berlin and Prague. Bruges, Belgium is a very medieval city that’s a little less touristy that Brussels and was highly recommended to us from many fellow travelers. Overall, it was a cool place and very relaxed. There are however a few things that they take very seriously there; Chocolate, Beer and French Fries. Makes for a tough crowd as you can imagine. So for this reason we went to the chocolate museum, a local family owned brewery, and ate plenty of “frites” with all sorts of random toppings. As usual, we also climbed the tallest thing in the city; the Belfry from the 13th century. One night we went and sat a beer house and tried as many different types of beers as we thought we could handle; a learning experience if you will. They had over 250 different types of bottled beers so we had quite a task ahead of us. We got through enough to pretend like we had accomplished something but by no means impressed anyone.


Bruges from the Belfry

Other than that, there wasn’t a whole lot going on in Bruges for us to do so we kept on moving on. Next stop was Berlin. As far as Germany goes, I found Berlin to be quite different than Munich, especially in the way they handle their history; particularly the monuments. The monuments in Berlin are much more gargantuan and in your face than the much more subtle versions you’ll find in Munich. The whole attitude there is much more focused on its history and its mistakes than southern Germany. We saw everything from the remains of the Berlin Wall to the only Schlotzky’s in Europe. For our last stop we would keep heading east from Berlin to meet up with some of our fellow tour guides and roommates and one of our managers in Prague. We had a few things to look forward to at this point. Apart from this being our last stop and being a week away from finally getting back to Texas, we had heard that Prague was comparatively cheaper than the rest of Europe and on top of that we would not be sleeping in a hostel. Lisa, our manager, had rented an apartment for the 5 of us to stay in for our last stop. It might just be due to the time of year we were there but to me Prague was just like a huge Christmas market. Everything seemed just so done up and pretend-like almost like a movie set or something. It was great to have some familiar faces around for a change and people to laugh at. The tallest thing we climbed in Prague was up to our apartment everyday. 6 floors and no elevator, awful.






From Prague we took a 12 hour train ride back to Paris for our last 2 nights in Europe. It was strange because at this point, just getting back to Paris almost felt like going home. We spent our last full day riding bikes around in the rain and getting any last minute keepsakes and taking any photos we hadn’t captured just yet. That night we went to our favorite communist restaurant “Bo Bun” and went out one last time with the remaining crew in town. The next day we were to be heading back home. As much as I loved every minute I spent abroad I will admit I couldn’t wait to get home to Texas.

So now I find myself here in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. If there are two places on this earth that are complete opposites of each other, I can now say I have lived in both. The people, the weather, the size, the people, the pace, the attitude, the people, etc. Just two completely different worlds. I’ve only been here a little over a week and I can’t tell you the number of people, better yet the number of strangers, that have told me “welcome to Jackson.” I spent 3 months in Paris and I know for a FACT that no one besides my managers welcomed me to their city. I mean I even know Sheila, a cashier at the local K-mart, because she might be one of the friendliest old ladies I have ever met. It’s like the town of Jackson is my Grandmothers house and Sheila is my Grandmother and wants to have me over and bake me cookies. As for work, I am waiting tables at a resort on top of one of the buttes here called the Amangani. As for skiing, im trying to fit in as a local as much as possible. Ski during the day and work nights. It’s gonna take some getting used to but I’m up to the task. So thats it for now I suppose. I hope that I can still come up with some good material to share with everyone these days. Something tells me there might be some more tour guidin in my future, especially with all of the opportunity up here so I will try to keep up the stories.

And lastly I think its fitting that I start my best of list. This will just be a list of a few things worth noting from my travels and the lessons learned throughout them. Some of it serious, some of it not so much. Some of it you will get, some of it is just for the Paris crew."

Best Hospitality: Munich













Most Beautiful: Cinque Terre (Interlaken a close 2nd)












Best Hostel: Budapest













Best Meal: The Boeuf Sautee @ Bo Bun in Paris













Most Insane: Barcelona













Most Ridiculous: Barcelona














Most Expensive: Paris











Most I Cant believe they got away with that: Versailles














Best Touristy thing: Seeing the Colosseum in Rome












Best Non-Touristy thing: Hiking Cinque Terre













Most Overrated: Athens













Best Thing: Tour Guidin

















Best Tour: Halloween Night Bike

















Worst Tour: 13 segways 8 bikes 3 tour guides. Still not enough














Best Picture:














Best Morning After: Graham R. Booze. Bike. Stop Sign.













Best Idea: Night Bike at the Louvre













Worst Idea: Inaugural Thirsty Thursday @ La Madeleine

Everything Amsterdam

So what can I tell you about Amsterdam that you don’t already know? Everything you’ve heard or read about it is probably true. A little bizarre at times but very true; 900,000 people, 1.2 million bikes, 362 windows in the red light district, ??# “Coffee Shops.” If you have to ask if it’s legal, odds are it probably is. Everything was pretty much just as I thought it would be except the whole paying for sex part. You would think that it would be the same, but something about it was just a little off. But when in Rome, right? Ok ok, I am just messing with you. It was the same and it was great.

The night we got into town we found a satellite sports café and sat down to watch some college football. Since we had missed the annual Thanksgiving pigskin classics we felt we owed it to ourselves. We watched the ACC and SEC conference championships until about 2 in the morning while the rest of the bar watched their Futbol. We had almost three days to spend in Amsterdam so we weren’t really in a hurry to do anything. We started the next day with a walking tour of the city and then followed it up that night with our same tour guide around the red light district. The whole idea behind the district started back in the day with sailors coming into port there and needing a little company. Since then it has just kind of stuck for one reason or another.

After spending an afternoon walking around Amsterdam you quickly learn that you have to be alert at all times, which can be a little tough when spending an afternoon walking around Amsterdam…One thing is that bikes rule the road there. The order of supremacy goes bikes, trams, cars, pedestrians, and then tourists. Just imagine there being 1.3 bikes for every person. This means that, at all times, there is more than one bike out there to run you over. And they don’t stop. They give you a few rings of the bell and then a few more rings as they get closer but at no time do they contemplate using brakes. After the first couple of hours I had accepted the fact that by the end of Amsterdam one of us was bound to get curbed by a Dutchman. In the end we were lucky enough not to be humiliated via bicycle/ tourist collision but got way too close for comfort plenty of times. They even have parking garages for bicycles. Its ridiculous.





The next day we did a little more sightseeing. We visited the Anne Frank house in the morning and then went to the Van Gogh museum that evening. Both of these were well worth the Euro spent. The WWII stuff just keeps getting more real with every stop, and we haven’t even been to Berlin yet. They have the whole storefront and annex where they families went into hiding preserved and have turned it all into a museum. The Van Gogh was great as well, with the largest collection in the world and it had more than just paintings. Each section was split up by the different parts of his life and told you a little more about why he did what he did, like cut part of his face off. For the rest of the afternoon we just rented some bikes and rode to the outskirts of the city just to see a little more than the typical museums and coffee shops and stuff like that.



That night we were back at the hostel having a few drinks at the bar and we noticed something that seemed a little strange. There was cat sitting next to me. Not the figment of my imagination kind of cat, but a real one. When we checked into the hostel they had warned us that because they city was building a new metro line there had been a serious problem with mice all over the city. It appeared that the solution most people had found was to get a housecat. Normally, in any other city, this resolution would probably work just fine. However, believe it or not, cats that sit in smoke filled bars and coffee shops in Amsterdam don’t do much more than their counterpart owners. Real productive environment these places have. I will say that I never saw any mice anywhere in the hostel so maybe they were having the same problem and it all just balances out.



Overall, I enjoyed Amsterdam. The weather was awful for most of our time there and at times I felt like I was walking around an oversized carnival what with everyone covered head to toe in their marijuana leaf clad paraphernalia. I mean come on, we get it. I am sure most of them were tourist but still the whole pot thing is just a little overkill. They should just ban all the gear that goes with being a pothead instead and save everyone from looking like a jackass. On a positive note, I remember the Dutch were always the best to have on tours back in Paris; one because they were incredible bike riders, and two, they were just really cool people. They held true to their reputation. No real run in-s with the locals here. Everyone was generally very helpful except the one guy who called Texas “the worst state in the Union”. Had he been worth the energy, or appeared to have been able to put up even the most pathetic argument, I would have stuck around to prove to him otherwise but it was too early in the morning and I had a train to catch. Oh and I was just joking about the whole paying for sex thing.

Oktoberfest 2012?

Munich, Germany. My favorite place in Europe so far. That being said I'm gonna go ahead and address the one thing that I know you are thinking. It’s the Beer. As fratty as it sounds and as much as I don’t want it to be, it is the beer. Its not necessarily the taste, which is fantastic. Its not the variety, because there are lots of beers everywhere. Its not even the fact that it has been the one place we spent more money on beer than anything else. For me, it’s the whole attitude of the place that made it so great. And that inevitably, in my opinion, is traced back to the beer. Theres just something about walking into on of those Bier Gartens and immediately feeling a little more like a local. Before you even have a chance to sit down you can’t help but feel like you have something in common with everyone in the place. That’s a feeling you don’t come by often when traveling from city to city and you just can’t deny that it’s the beer.

Each night that we spent in Munich, we ate at a different Beer Garden. Each of these beers has been around for ages and these giant beer hauls are like their home bases where people have been dining and drinking for centuries. Our first night we ate at the Augustiner Keller and that’s when I knew I would like Munich. We got sandwiched at this long picnic table in the middle of the restaurant between a bunch of older German men. A bit intimidating at first. I mean this is what they do, this is what they are known for and here we are stuck right in the middle of it all. We don’t know the rules or even if there are rules. What’s the right way to cheers and when? We couldn’t just sit off in the corner minding our own business like we could in other cities; we were part of it all now. It almost felt like we sat in the middle of a big family dinner and just didn’t want to screw up. However, we spent the next 2-3 hours carefully dissecting each others conversations and listening to their experiences and trips to America; Las Vegas and Malibu of all places, and had an absolute blast with them.





The next day we went on a tour of the city and got a little background on Munich and it’s history. Very interesting place with a pretty dark past. Much of the city was destroyed by Allied bombers during WWII so many of the things we saw were reconstructions of the originals. That afternoon we went out to BMW world and took a tour of their main production facility right there in Munich. This was aaamazing. We saw a BMW basically go from what begins as a roll of steel to the finished product. The robots and technology used to build these cars in unbelievable. No pictures were allowed inside the plant but we got a few of BMW World which was this huge interactive display on their cars and technology. Below is a picture of their corporate headquarters. They built it back in the 70's for the Olympic Games that were held in Munich. Its call "The Four Cylinder"...



That night we would go to the world famous Hoffbrau Haus for our second go-round with the beer hauls. There are no tables and chairs in the Hoffbrau, or many of the beer hauls for that matter, just a bunch of picnic tables so we had to search around a little while for a place to squeeze in. Of all the people in all the beer hauls we could have sat next to we end up next to a couple from Dallas, Texas. They live about 5 minutes from Graham’s parents and have friends in Texarkana. As much fun as the Germans were the night before it was nice to have a few Texans to share travel stories with. Again its just part of that atmosphere these places have. No matter where you sit, odds are you are gonna leave dinner with more friends that you sat down with. Had I been anywhere else it would have been a little inappropriate to be having dinner conversation while continuously wielding a stein of beer bigger than my face. Better yet, that this woman I was talking was doing to same.



The next day we took a tour of Dachau. This was the site of one of the first and longest lasting concentration camps under the Third Reich. I’ve seen quite a bit of stuff in the last 4 months of my travels but can only think of a handful of things that generate the same reaction that Dachau did. For instance, Normandy. I don’t think its just because it was a concentration camp, but more because its something that we have all read and heard so much about and for me I guess it just never really took on a true sense of reality. For the first time in awhile it wasn’t just the palace of some dynasty from so long ago that it almost seemed like a fairy tale. Seeing this all first hand was very real. The memorial was setup by the survivors of the camps about 25 years after it was shut down so it was all very matter of fact and vividly descriptive. This was the only gate that you could get in or out of the camp through. The words on the top say, "Work will set you free."



Overall, like I said, I loved Munich. The history was the most interesting to me. The people were the friendliest to us and overall I just felt like I could have stayed a lot longer.I even liked the food. We had it all; Schnitzel, Pork Knuckle, Bratwursts, etc. Still hurts to know that I was so close to Munich during Oktoberfest and didn’t make an appearance. Something tells me that might change sometime in the future...

Sounds like a plan

Our last night in Budapest, after getting out of the caves, we went to dinner with a couple that we had met in the hostel; Denelle and Calem. They had joined us for our Thanksgiving feast the day before and were the ones that had the original idea to go caving. Throughout dinner we went through the typical travel conversations about where we each had been and what still lay ahead on our respective journeys. At the time, Graham and I were planning on heading west to Austria for a couple of days. Turns out, Denelle and Calem were doing the same, however they weren’t headed for the quite the same place as we were. Our original plan was to head over to Vienna and check out all the palaces/castles etc. and see all the other touristy things that it had to offer. By the end of dinner we were convinced to do otherwise. They were planning on going skiing, they just didn’t know where yet. It’s so easy to get call caught up in travel mode that all you think about it seeing he famous sights and not even thinking about the other possibilities that are around you, especially the ALPS. On top of that, we were ready from a break from all the cathedrals and things we had been running in and out of at each stop. That night back at the hostel we scoped out all the local ski resorts around Salzburg to find a place that we could take a good day trip.



We got up at 5:45 a.m. and caught a bus to catch a train to catch a bus all to get to Obertauern ski resort by about 9:00. We were really just winging to the whole trip so one missed bus or late train could have messed up the whole day. However, we got there just in time to get rentals, passes, and for the lifts to open up. One little detail that was out of our control was of course the weather. The forecast, you could say, was a bit of an understatement predicting “light snowfall”. Once we got on the mountain there was a complete whiteout. Now, originally snow skiing was never part of our travel plan so it goes without saying that snow skiing gear wasn’t on top of our list either. We had sunglasses, which I think we all know how well that goes over in a snow storm and gloves that were good for strolling around town on a cold day, again not for a snow storm. All four of us were equally under prepared so we just quickly decided there would be no bitching about anything because after all, we were in the Alps. After lunch, which was wurstel & some spicy cheese stuff, things started to clear up a little so we could actually see what we going down, which was nice, which was the Alps.



That night we got back to the hostel in Salzburg dead tired so unfortunately we missed the nightly showing of “The Sound of Music.” Im not kidding. The place we were staying shows it every night at 8:00. Apparently people come to Salzburg for this reason alone, to see where they filmed the sound of music. All over town you can see tours being advertised that take you to all the different scenes from the movie. As thrilling as that sounded we decided to explore a little on our own the next day. Again, we climbed up as high as we could to get a good view of the city. In Salzburg, it would be from one of the famous fortresses from the 15th century. With a couple days of fresh snowfall all over the city it was a pretty awesome sight. After lunch we went and visited the birthplace of Mozart and then caught a train onto our next stop. No Sound of music stuff.

As close to Turkey as I want be on Thanksgiving

So about this time last year I had decided, much to the chagrin of my parents that I was going to stay in Austin for Thanksgiving rather than go home for the weekend. As much as I knew my folks wanted me to come home, it was my senior year at the University of Texas and I had still never been to the uber-traditional Longhorn/Aggie bout so I figured it was something that just had to be done. My brother came down to Austin as well and we had a huge dinner for everyone that remained in town for the game that didnt have a family feast of their own to attend. I can remember it as if it were yesterday. “Mom, I promise I will be there next year”

Sorry about that Mom.

No Longhorn game (which, as much as I hate to admit it, doesn’t look like I missed much). No sitting around stuffed falling in and out of sleep during the Cowboys game. No quality time with the fam, which always hurts. So needless to say Thanksgiving this year would be a little different, but definitely be one to remember.

We got into Budapest, Hungary the night before the big day and got to work on where we would be spending our holiday. Lucky for us, the guy at the reception desk of the hostel was from New Orleans so he was on the same page. First, we wanted somewhere with Turkey. Done. Second, we wanted somewhere that we could get a respectable feast for a decent price. After all it was a holiday so we were willing to splurge a little from our usual travel budget. Done. Lastly, we wanted somewhere that we could celebrate with a little drinkin. Or a lotta drinkin. Done. Once we had picked a spot for the feast we told Brandon, the guy at the reception, to spread the word through the hostel that the two guys from Texas were going to a Turkey Day dinner and that anyone was welcome. It was a small hostel but I think we successfully got everyone staying there to come with us, even if they didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving back home. Joining us would be 4 girls from Oregon, Denelle from Canada and the lonely Australian, Calem. It would be Calem’s first ever Thanksgiving dinner. Here’s the crew.



Thank you to Trofea’s ALL YOU CAN EAT AND DRINK for a Thanksgiving that I will not soon forget. Along with a wide assortment of random Hungarian cuisine, the buffet actually had turkey with gravy. On top of that, Graham can now say he had some sort of brains on Thanksgiving before. He advised me against it though.

As far as our sightseeing goes, we followed our typical routine. First, find the highest point in the city in the city and climb up to it. Budapest has a few palaces/castles that atop the hills that had great views of the city. The Danube River runs through the middle of the city dividing it into Buda (the west bank) and Pest (the east bank). Most of the touristy stuff we did was on the Buda side.





The next day, after a long night of celebrating Thanksgiving, we made our way to one of the famous thermal baths that Budapest is known for and just relaxed. To be honest, I was a little skeptical on this whole “Bath” idea, but was sold on it pretty easily. It was just like a huge country club with random heated pools all over the place. Indoor and Out. The only real difference was that we were in Hungary so the place was filled with old overweight Hungarians stomping around in their speedos. Even the younger crowd, as small as it was, still rocked the skimpys with no problem. Maybe even a dirty little mullet and a gold chain to go with it.



As we quickly noticed, this time of year and this far east, the sun starts to go down at about 4:30 p.m. So now that we had spent our whole day lounging around the hot tubs with the Hungarians, we had to find something else to do for the rest of the evening. Apparently, one of the lesser known facts about Budapest is that there are these huge limestone mountains underneath the city and over the years the hot water that fills the famous thermal baths has worn away at the limestone creating these huge cave systems. By 6:00 we were geared up and ready to crawl around under Budapest. Our guide was a small little guy with a dirty sense of humor named Laslow. He spoke that kind of English that was just enough to get his point across but not near enough for his jokes to be considered anywhere near appropriate. It was pretty hilarious for us because our group was all young, however had there been a family or anything with us it would have been downright uncomfortable for everyone. Anyways, the caving was awesome. Not quite as extreme as the stuff we did in Switzerland but still cool. Crawling around, under, over, and through stuff that at first glance doesn’t look possible, we made it. Graham and I, being as tall as we are, obviously aren’t your ideal candidate for a good caver but we got through it. Laslow was about 5’6” 140 and had been “caving” for about 12 years so he made everything look much easier than it would turn out to be.



Overall, Thanksgiving in Budpapest was a success, relatively. Nothing can ever take the place of the quality time that we typically spend with our loved ones over this great American holiday but i will say that we made a good hand from the cards we were dealt.

Its still a little Greek to me

So after 22 drawn out years of a long anticipated introduction, Greece would finally get what it had been waiting on; another Leonoudakis from Texas. My parents would have been the last ones there, but of course we won’t get into how long ago it was. Graham and I would take a ferry from Ancona, Italy down the Adriatic Sea to Patras, Greece. 8 hours on trains and 21 hours on a ferry later, we would arrive in Athens. After 29 hours of anxiously waiting to see what to me has just been a name and a place for my whole life, it only took me about 5 minutes to see some familiar sights that quickly reminded me of my grandparents that were born here back in the day. They were the only ones of us that ever really spoke any Greek and I can remember it vividly. The Greeks are known for their aggressiveness in their voice and body language when they talk. Waving hands and yelling this and that. When we got off at the train station in Patras I saw a couple getting into it with one of the conductors. At first it seems like they were about to come to blows, but I quickly realized that’s just how they do it here. I can remember conversations between my grandparents starting out in slow “civilized” English and quickly turning into what seemed like all our verbal attacks, in Greek. Awesome to see it all again. So we were off to see Greece. Besides French, this was the language I can say that I knew the most of, without the help of Rick Steve’s Travel Guide. Unfortunately for Graham and me it wouldn’t get us far because my arsenal consisted of all of four words. Papoo & Yaya (Grandfather & Grandmother) Gyro (which was the most helpful) and of course Leonoudakis (which actually got me a little street cred). So unless I wanted to tell someone that the Grandma and Grandpa Leonoudakis wanted some gyros, we might as well have been starting from scratch here too.

We got our stuff to the hostel and I quickly had my eyes on the prize. A Gyro. Now any of you out there from my hometown of Texarkana can appreciate the gravity with which I describe such an ordinary situation. To those of you who may not know where I am coming from I will just say these pita wrapped delicacies hold a deep seated place in my adolescent memory. That being said I felt it was necessary to explain to Graham the reason for which I was probably going to eat only Gyros for the next 4-5 days. I got dangerously close too. Threw in a Greek Salad and a Subway sandwich to mix it up a bit though. He was sold just as quickly as all of you were back in the day at the Four States Fair and Rodeo (that’s for a select few of you.).

Well now that the important things were taken care of we could go see a little history. We climbed to the acropolis; saw the original stadium for the modern Olympics held in 1896 as well as the most recent one from 2004; went to a few museums and saw the old ruins areas where Zeus and Apollo used to hang out.






It was at the end of the day in the archaeology museum that I decided that between Rome and Athens I said seen enough old rocks to hold me over for awhile and I wanted to mix it up a bit. Graham and I had been playing with the idea of going to some of the islands while we were here so we decided to head down to Santorini. We knew we were taking a bit of a gamble by heading there in the middle of November, but we had a few days to kill before we could leave Athens (by flight) and wanted to give it a shot. Our ferry got there at 2 in the morning. We handed our directions (in full Greek) to the place we were supposed to stay to the cab driver and we were off. 30 minutes later we arrive at the address. It was cold and rainy outside and there is not a light on or a soul in sight at “Niko’s Apartments”. Lucky for us, this time there was no national holiday or anything taking up every room in the city so we got him to drop us off at the nearest hotel.



When we got up next day we were surprised to see the sun shining so we got some lunch, a gyro of course, and rented a few four wheelers to cruise around the island. The whole island itself is about 30 square kilometers so we just took off in one direction up the coastline. Though sunny outside, it was one of the windiest places I can remember being but still gorgeous. However by about 4:00 the clouds rolled in and it started raining so we took it to the house. We originally had planned on staying two full days on the island but the outlook looked a little bleak and there was no nightlife whatsoever to speak of so we headed out a day early back to Athens.



It was the first time in my life that I can remember giving someone my name, ID, passport, etc. for whatever reason and they didn’t look up at me with that look of utter confusion as they spilled over each feeble attempt not to completely butcher it. It even got me into the Agora for free. The lady saw my name on the card and let me through free of charge. Small gesture but still pretty cool.

Next stop, Thanksgiving in....

When in Rome... and Florence

I really don’t know what I expected of Rome but I know was surprised at what I got. I knew of the Colosseum and things like that but I don’t think that the history of the place had really set in. The way that there are ruins just laying all over the middle of the city was a little surreal. The stories of things that went down here in the last 2000 years was pretty amazing. We bought a ticket for one of those weak BUS tours ( I would quickly see how bike tours would be a bit of a problem) on the night we got there just to try to go see where everything was and get a plan together for the next day. We grabbed a few beers and crawled on top of the bus and rode around Rome for about the next 2 hours. Good Stuff



To be honest, learning about Rome made all the stuff I had been yapping about it Paris for the last 3 months seem a little less significant. On top of that, I kept seeing things in Rome that the Kings and Emperors of France seem to have copied. The Arc de Triomph. Copied. The Austerlitz statue of Napoleon in Place Vendome. Copied. The Pantheon. Copied. One of the Obelisk from Ramses II tomb. Rome had it first. Paris has its own version of all of these structures only they are about 1500-1800 years newer.

That night we went to a great little Italian joint to get a little local flavor. After they let in three parties of Italians that came in after us on the wait list we finally got a table. No way that gets by me or Dylan back home but we were forced to show some restraint being in their country and all. By now I have just learned to deal with being treated like a tourist everywhere I go. Not a lot I can do about it so there is no reason to get all worked up about it. I feel for the first waiter that crosses me back home. Not Really. But seriously.



The next day we got up and got back on our tour bus and headed over to the Colosseum. We took a tour with this guy from Rome that looked a little shady at first but turned out to be great. He told some pretty cool stories of ancient Rome and was really passionate about it all. That’s one thing that I was probably lacking on in my tour spcheels. He wanted to take all those pre-conceived notions that we all have of the Romans and how violent they seemed and recreate a more realistic sense of what life was actually like back then. A few times he seemed near tears when talking about “his people” and who they really were and are. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my time in Paris and really have developed more of an appreciation for its history, but just don’t see myself getting choked up when talking about it. The rest of the day we just walked around the city looking at all the ruins and then visited Vatican City and went inside St. Peters.



At the end of the day we found a pub in town that was showing American football that night. For Dylan and Charlie it was a way not to miss a Cowboys game for the year but for Graham and me it was our first of the season. So we get to this place, the scholars lounge, appropriate I know, and there are 9 different NFL games being broadcast starting at 7:30 p.m.. I even got to see a little VY in action, which was real special even though he ended the game with a desperation interception. Unfortunately, the following morning, we would have to part ways with Dylan and Charlie. Unfortunately for them, they had to get up at 5:30 to catch a train to the airport. From here Graham and I would open a new chapter in our travel log. Just the two of us and Europe for the next month.

From Rome, we caught the train to Florence. We had to choose either Florence or Venice and though it was a tough choice, we went with the majority opinion we had from our similarly aged Fat Tire patrons back in Paris. Venice will just have to be one of those places I see on my next trip to Europe when I come back to finally climb the Eiffel Tower (still haven’t gotten up there yet but there are reasons which I will delve into on one of my final memoirs)

Florence was great. We took a walking tour in the morning of the city. Then went out on our own and climbed the famous cathedral there, went and saw David, and ended the day in a church on one of the highest hills in the city and listened to a group of four monks do their ritual chants. No real good travel stories to brag about here, just great scenery and interesting history.





I will however tell a little story forewarning any of you couples out there thinking about conquering the sights of Europe together, toting matching backpacks while constantly holding hands, about what NOT to do if you decide to stay in the hostel dorms (meaning not private). We were staying in a 6 person room and the bunk next to us had a couple from Australia occupying it. They were real nice and easy to talk to and even gave us some travel trips because they had just come from Greece and that was next on our list. However, before we even shut the lights out to go to bed, this guy gets down on his knees, next to the bottom bunk, and starts BABY TALKING to his girlfriend and tucking her in. Unbelievable. It was like he was putting a 3 month old to bed. It would have been less awkward for all of us if he would have just gone ahead and crawled on top of her. Believe it or not, that’s not even the worst part. Once they did shut the lights off and he hopped on the top bunk, they started TEXT MESSAGING EACH OTHER. Please, if you want to maintain any credibility among your traveling peers, or even your friends back home (because if I knew any of this guys friends back in Sydney you better believe I would make sure they knew this)…….get a room.

We were in and out of Florence pretty quick and were quickly on our way to the motherland. MY motherland. GREECE.