The Cleaning Lady

So last night, after being up for 17 hrs or so, I conveniently forgot to set my alarm clock. As a result we all slept in (not to worry it was the first time since we got to Europe) and we were quite happy reading the morning away. Then in the mist of a good book, and an exciting part (he was just being sent to jail!) a woman walks into the room. She looks at us with a confused expression, we return it. Then she sighs, mumbles something in Italian and walks away. Ok that was odd glad it's over we say among ourselves. No, it wasn't the end; I'm not that lucky. A min or so later she come back in and angrily starts speaking to us (also in Italian and very rapidly).
"Parla English?" I ask as in as polite a tone as I could master considering that she's intruding.
She responded with a rather dirty look and starts to speak faster in Italian. We all look at each other in confusion. Mean while she's pulled her cart in and begun to look around at our mess with an expression of discuses. Again we try to tell her that we don't understand her, no such luck. So Jo gets off her bed, it’s always easier to figure things out from a higher perspective. Then our 'guest' starts to make Jo's bed as she stands just inches away. So we all head out as quickly as possible, feeling rather imposed upon. In any case the crazy, angry, fast-speaking and spacey looking cleaning lady made us head out a little earlier then planed to a village just on the outskirts of Rome.

Said town was the remains of a roman city and was surprisingly intact. I was amazed at how the second floor of many buildings could be walked on and that the only areas roped off were for the protection of the mosaic floors or our own safety. It was very large so I should really consider it a Roman City, port city. It was awesome! We sat on the same seats that the first inhabitants would of in a theater where they would gather for entertainment. We tried to get Jord to stand on the stage and give a good speech but for some reason or another he declined. Then, walking through a maze of old houses, storage areas and markets, we found a neat little kitchen that, in my opinion, was very well designed considering how small the area had to be. Beneath a tree, protecting us from the Italian sun (which burns with intense fury), we sat and had a little picnic. Jord feed a 'stray' cat, the healthiest looking stay I've ever seen. Then tiered from the heat we headed back to our hostel. And so here I sit typing away and planning to hit the beach later on.
Chel