Breakfast in London, Dinner in Rome {Day 13}

Day 13 Friday, September 20th London & Rome

This morning we had a lovely walk along the river on our way to the tube station. We had some trouble finding the station - it's always my instinct to ask people, but Kris is so tethered to his phone. But whatdoyaknow! Asking an actual human is faster :) A nice guy sitting on his front stoop pointed us in the right direction.

I don't if it was because it was early and we were delirious or what, but everything was crackgin us up. A little girl and her parents walked by us. I said, "Ohmygawd that little girl was so cute" and Kris giggled and said, "That little girl grabbed that guys cock" (an accident, as she was reaching for his hand). We laughed about that for minutes.

We walked across Tower Bridge, which was super fun and scenic, and made our way to The Kitchen. We sat outside and this adorable German kid was our server. He had the cutest gay German accent ever. Loved him. Kris had the full English breakfast and I ordered toast with peanut butter. They brought me a pile of a toast and a giant jar of peanut butter. Ha!

London 2013

I said: Are you gonna poop here? Because, I mean, you're going to have to poop in public at some point today, right?
Kris: Yeah. I've been thinking about that for a while. That at some point today, I'd be walking around with a dirty asshole. It's not the pooping in public per se, it's the dirty butt part that I hate.
Katie: Dude. I've been wearing the same underwear for two days. It's like I have a grilled swiss cheese sandwich between my legs. A dirty vag is way worse than a dirty butthole.

Then we hopped on a train to the airport and flew to Rome. The sandwiches we had bought to take on the plane were so delicious. I had a baguette with caramelized sweet onions and thick "mature" cheddar that I would eat every single day. So yummy.

Katie: Fuck. I can't wait to take a shower.
Kris: I can't wait to wash my ass.
Katie: I can't wait to wash my everything
Kris: You better make sure to get that mouse trap in your pants.

A few minutes later I said: "You know what would've been funny? Instead of "mouse trap?" Fondue pot.
Kris: Ahahaha. Gross.
Katie: Cuz then I could've asked you if you wanted to dip your stick in my fondue pot.

We hopped on a bus from the Rome Airport to the center of town and walked over to our airbnb host's house from there.

He was a super sweet Italian guy - showered us the room, gave us the keys and we never saw him again so it was like having the whole place to ourselves. The room was spotless and had everything we could've needed. It had an awesome loft bed that was very comfy. The bathroom looked like a little space ship - small, but super modern, efficient and clean. We freshened up and then started our epic walk to this pizza place Kris had seen Anthony Bourdain rave about: Pizzarium.

It was worth the walk. The pizza was amazeballs and everyone that worked there was so fucking nice. They had such interesting combinations like pine nuts and caramelized peppers, or potatoes, cheese and melted butter. Super yum. It was all sold by the pound so you could get a tiny piece of everything:

We started our epic walk back home and I barely made it. We walked over 5 miles. I don't think I've ever done that in my life. I am officially obsessed with food.