Cary and Char Plus One!

Greetings from Rome, people.

So far, we have been to breakfast and up and down the street looking for an internet cafe.

We are probably going to St. Peter today to see if God can rain some cash on us because being in Euroland is some expensive mess. Suffice it to say, we went grocery shopping last night to get some stuff to hold us over. 17 Euros for two or three meals is better than 17 euros each for a meal, right? We are accepting paypal donations, if you are so inclined.

Anyways, so far we have learned this about each other:

Cary gets skinny real fast. Char does not. Do anything fast.

Cary doesn't like to get lost. Char doesn't mind getting lost, but needs to stop every five minutes to consult a map.

Cary likes crazy french and italian taxi drivers. Char prays a lot on those rides.

Cary learned that if you order a 'cafe' it is small. Char had a coffee and now wants one all the time.

Cary thinks all the chicks are hot. Even the ones taking out out the garbage. Char thinks all the guys are hot. Except the ones taking out the garbage.

Cary and Char think the kids here are cute and sound like cartoon characters. Cary is convinced that we need to send our kids to boarding school here. Char says if we send them, then we gotta go too.

Char uses all the hot water. Cary does not like cold showers.

Cary likes to stay up late to watch the 1-900 commercials here. Char could watch MTV all day.

We like the grocery stores here. Tiny, efficient, and cute.

We also like wearing Crocs better than regular shoes. Italians and French think they are not cute.

That's it for now. We will try to post pictures from an internet cafe that is not so ghetto as this one is. There are private booths for stuff here. Intriguing.

Ciao for now, you brown cows!

Char\Cary