This morning, after a lovely time sitting in the sun eating strawberries (I take vacation seriously) a series of things happened that made me pretty much want to kill everyone.
-I paid €17 for 100mL of sunscreen because sunscreen is stupid expensive in Europe.
-I dropped my phone and shattered the screen.
-The bathroom stall door at the Colosseum whacked me and sliced my heel.
-Every tourist in the world was at the Colosseum including many, many Harley Davidson enthusiasts in town for a world Harley meet-up.
-It was 90 degrees and muggy (though that has been true every day).
-I overpaid for lunch because I was hungry and couldn’t figure out anything better.
-I had a minor freak out about bleeding money.
-I felt generally gross and sticky because wearing sunscreen when you just sweat all day is yucky.
And then, it happened, the final straw. I was trying desperately to have a Roman Holiday moment amiss all the tour groups when I saw someone waving a Confederate flag. A Confederate freaking flag. I wanted to throw something. I guess the flag into the fountain would have been a start.
So, I took myself home and skyped my parents (Happy Father’s Day, Dad!). Then I went looking and (finally) found a grocery store and bought some snacks for tomorrow’s day trip to Naples. I rounded out my recalibration evening by buying myself a €7 dinner to make up for tourist prices at lunch. Pizza and gelato are excellent self care. New day tomorrow!