While we were in Europe, I couldn’t help but feel bad for my sister. Why? Well, she chose me as a travel companion. I think she forgot how dumb I am sometimes.
For example: Our visit to Rome. Europe, for some reason, was giving me and my sister horrendous allergies. Everywhere we went, it was a chorus of sneezing.
On our first morning in Rome, I had the sneezes particularly bad. My sister gave me a friendly reminder.
I checked my medicine bag, which I had hastily thrown together before we left the US.
Uh… what was that again? I pulled out my phone. I only had limited internet, but there was enough for me to do a rudimentary Google search…
And so my sister and I went about our day in Rome. We trekked from Trastevere to downtown Rome, passing by the Roman Forums.
We went and bought tickets to visit the Roman Forums and Palatine Hill. It was an incredible place! As implied Palatine Hill is built on a hill. We were able to get a really beautiful view of Rome from the top.
And the Forums! They were thousands of years old and still relatively intact. It was amazing, imagining what the ruins must have looked like when they were brand new.
My sister knew something was wrong, but wasn’t sure what.
She decided that I might be hungry. We ventured out in search of food.
On the way, we ran into the Altare della Patria, a massive, marble monument built for Victor Emmanuel II. This building is enormous, and absolutely stunning.
Though it wasn’t in our itinerary, we had to check it out. My sister and I climbed up the stairs, marveling at the beauty of the giant monument.
At the back of the building was a huge door. My sister and I entered, finding a huge and ornate church.
The church was completely silent. Besides me and my sister, only a few other people were there. Even the smallest footstep echoed through the entire room. And that’s when my diaphragm decided to betray me.
In that church, as I was completely, inexplicably tired and neurotic, I was hit with the worst case of hiccups I have ever experienced in my life.
Each hiccup bounced off the walls and reverberated through the room. As my hiccups became more and more violent, people in the church began to stare. My sister grabbed my arm.
We ran out of the church.
In all fairness to myself, Benadryl is an allergy medication. However, one of its side effects is overwhelming, soporific drowsiness. Which explained a lot of my behavior that day.
And that’s how I ended up buying two espresso shots at the Altare della Patria cafe.
But, whatever. As sleepy and loony as I was, I still had a great time in Rome.
And I didn’t sneeze once that whole day!
you are ridiculous mein schweinster!!!! but this is a memory we will never forget!
YOU’RE ridiculous!! But you’re right: that certainly was a memorable morning!