Went back to the Capuchin crypts with a larger group this time. Almost nicer being in a larger group ...less need to be interesting, less interpersonal contact, but then there's the culture bubble problem.
What's the use of going to another country and not experiencing the culture? That's one of the reasons I want to go back to Germany. Dresden was lovely, but having an English-speaking host didn't force me to be more comfortable with my tiny bits of German. Same thing happened here.
I'm not sure where everyone else headed after the crypts, but I tried to head up to the Borghese. That didn't work out so well, since I wasn't overly sure of myself. I think I just need to go somewhere on a plane, have a map, and just ...go. No planning, nothing. ...Just the thought of that terrifies me. Which means I have to do it now. Damn it.
I ended up spending some time on the metro - back and forth, back and forth. I got to pretend I wasn't completely a tourist then, though I think the flip-flops gave me away. My space bubble seems to decrease when I'm in Europe. Happened in Ireland too, though it took longer that time. Hm.
I napped when I got back. I was still pretty exhausted. More bedtime now though!
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