y'all have a good time now!

There seems to be a theme developping on our trip. Well, I should say, there is a thing that has happened several times.

On our last night in Paris, we had to rebook our hostel because we had only reserved for 3 nights and were now staying a fourth. We were both able to get beds, but only Michelle got to stay in the same room. I had to move to a different one.

That afternoon, we went back to the hostel to move my stuff, and Michelle noticed that the clothing of her new roommate seemed to be very large. And masculine. Sure enough, the room's new tenants were John, a married Australian guy, and two Dutch guys, who were apparently set to arrive on bicycles late that night. The only other beds in the whole place was another guys room, and a co-ed room with 20-something latin american guys. Have we told you about the Spanish orgy guy? Ha. Michelle decided to stay with the married guy. We went back up, and Michelle left the following note for the Dutch guys. "Dear Dutch guys: there has been a mix up, and there is now a girl staying in your room. Please do your best to be decently dressed and I will do the same."

Michelle came down to my room early the next morning, as I was packing to leave. "Apparently the Dutch guys didn't get the message. I threw my stuff in my bag and got out."

Last night we arrived in Rome, and the pensione we found had no more dormstyle rooms, so she said she would put us in a triple room with a bathroom and only charge us the dorm rate, and we could move the next day. Sweet, we thought, a room to ourselves!

Not so much.

When we entered our room we found Lloyd, an American who was in Rome to audition for some sort of famous performance art company, and had gotten the part. He seemed as surprised as we were, but chatted amiably to us as we got our stuff set up and he rolled a joint. Then he put on his black cowboy boots and leather jacket (Lloyd is originally from Alabama, but has been living in LA) and said he was going for a walk by the river. It was Lloyd who gave us the title for this blog as he left this morning to catch a plane home.

This morning we sat in the kitchen of the pensione eating breakfast when a guy walked in with a Canadian flag on his bag. "A Canadian!" I said, and Michelle threw in "we like Canadians!" He came over and introduced himself as John, from Newfoundland, and he has been travelling in Europe for about six weeks, has another 3 or 4 months to go. As we left for the Colosseum, I joked to Michelle "Hey watch, John will be our new roommate."

Pretty much, eh?

We're going on a pub crawl with him tonight, 20 Euros for 4 pubs and pizza, and a souvenir t-shirt. Yes, yes, we'll be safe and smart and all that.

We booked a double room for Naples.