I’m in Rome, the first stop of my Italian vacation and home of amazing art and history. And by amazing I mean more along the lines of “meh”. I’m finding the crowds hard to handle. At the Vatican museums all I could think was get me the hell outta here, and my response to the Sistine Chapel was that I didn’t see what all the fuss is about.
But at least I’m getting out and doing stuff, even though my passion for culture and history seems to have died out. Morning is my active time, and then I don’t do much in the afternoon and go to bed early.
Things are well signed, so getting around hasn’t been too hard. I feel like I’m getting negative vibes from a lot of people, but that’s probably more my depression talking than reality. Still, it makes sitting in restaurants/cafes a bit uncomfortable. They do have good coffee here, though.