Day 2 (Sun., Nov. 11, Roma) Hostel Allessandro Downtown The hostel gave us a double for 50 Euros a night, not bad in a city where the dollar is every day losing value and whose inflation has been checked by Germany’s central bank (as near as we can tell, in any case). The clerk took our passports to fill in the information she needed as required by the Italian police, as I’d read in my guidebook, and we stowed our sacks since our room wasn’t ready yet. Then we headed off for our first Italian adventure. Pantheon I’d been to…
Day 1 (Nov. 10, travel) It started out pretty much as planned, the way most trips (even those with our lack of planning) do. We got up around 4am in order to be at the Denver airport around 5:30am for our 7am flight. The TSA decided that Berck’s passport was fake, so he demanded to speak to a supervisor, who agreed that his passport was, indeed, fake. The problem seemed to have to do with the fact that the picture was not perfectly centered in its square. Berck finally managed to convince them to ignore the passport (which he’d only…
On Monday Berck realized my flight benefits on US Airways had been activated. Since they told us those wouldn’t start until December, we were very excited, especially since Berck is free now and won’t be once he starts working full time. They’re so desperate for pilots, they’ve even canceled vacations. We decided to go to Italy, rent a car, and drive up to “the best driving road in Europe,” declared by Top Gear. Berck made plane and car reservations and then asked, “You know where your passport is, right?” Yup. “It’s not expired, is it?” I pulled it out. EXP…
I don’t know if I’ll have a chance to send you guys anything before I get back to the states or not. Michael and I have been roaming about Britain for the past couple days. In spite of the fact that I now seem to be sick, we’ve had a wonderful time. We rented a car for the weekend, and have been driving around the lake district, which is about 5 hours from Somerset. It’s is absolutely spectacular up here. Michael and I have had a blast trying not to kill ourselves driving on the wrong side of the road…
I’m at Jim’s flat in London, and will be headed back to Somerset with Michael tomorrow morning provided all goes well. The following is a detailed, though not necessarily exciting account of the Glastonbury Pop Festival. —- Lloyd, a friend of Dad and the O’Briens, has a friend named Vince who sells food for a living. Lloyd told me that Vince needed some more people to work for him at this Glastonbury Festival, about which I knew nothing at the time, and that I would be doing something relating to the sale of hamburgers. I would be paid 4 pounds/hr,…