Now when an American gets homesick in Rome, Italy, hit the freggin local Hard Rock Cafe y'all (or the Irish Pub...but I'll stick to the HardRock). Cuz that establishment ain't nothin but burgers and rock music vids. HRC Bacon Cheeseburger baby, woooooooooo!!!!!!!!!! Even the peeps speak english...so when you step out to waddle down the streets, you hear some Italian, you get (as the Kalifornianz put it) "hella" weirded out. On a side note, 'nother week in Rome (i'm stayin away from the Newcastle) and we should be headin off to Florence for a bit before parkin down back in Como... I'm thinkin some healty cooking then should cut down on the money blowing!! Now speakin of food...in Los Angeles, when you want food, you've got Japanese, American, Chinese, Italian, even Ethiopian. In Italy, you've got choices of pasta.....some more pasta....that kind of pasta, a different kind of pasta, and this kind of pasta. Oh, and let's not forget....that other kind of pasta too. Startin to wonder when the olive oil from all the pizza is gonna start leakin out of my pores. Though I will concede that the coffee is amazing. Can't beat a 1Euro bookstore cappuccino!! ...which i think I'll leave this post to acquire. Buona sera!!