Act I, Scene 1: The death of a piece of pineapple candy at high altitudes.

Sorry this took a little, but here is the first in a series of posts about our trip to Rome. The reasons it's gonna be in episodes is because that way it won't be as long and boring, I don't have to spend a whole week writing one post and that I initially had quite a brilliant idea of how to write this, that I am too lazy to do now and don't find that funny anymore. At first I was gonna make "predictions" about our trip that would actually tell what we did and date them back to before we left. Then I could come back and say "I was right". Hilarious, right? Well this type of humor is too good for you guys anyway.
So let's start with the trip there. We got up on Saturday 'morning' at 2:30. We're pretty f-wording tough. But that way we would have four whole days in Rome instead of the first and last day being used exclusively for travelling. We flew from a little airport between Münster and Osnabrück, and had to walk a little bit to get from our parking spot to the terminal. Lots of cars there since that's about the only way to get there. The lady at the check-in desk didn't even look at our passports, and no one ever verified it was really us that was getting on that plane. Good job.
As usual, the flight attendants were trying to hit on me by offering everything from perfume and alcohol to soft drinks and a whole basket of sandwiches. I took a sandwich. And another one for Christina. We arrive, and the first schock: No pissoirs in the airport bathroom. Those crazy Italians.
You know what sucks? People getting their bags from those conveyor belts. Or maybe it was because it was mostly Germans. They run right into you without saying a word, crowd the belt so that if your bag shows up before theirs, you have to push them aside and they wear funny pants. We dragged ourselves to the airport train station and got tickets. Somebody must have been using Jedi Mind Tricks on the train guy, cause we made it in just seconds before it left, and skipped waiting for another 30 minutes. Now that I think of it, it could have been JMT, that stuff the kids from "Children of the Damned" do, or just plain old hypnosis. It was hard to tell as we were running to get on that train. At the main station in Rome, we decided that trying to check into the hotel early is for suckers and tried to look for lockers for our bags instead, so we could start exploring Rome. We ended up checking in at the hotel about 30 minutes later and started exploring Rome.