Sounds of an accordion wiggle through the slew of people on the Rome metro. Tyler and I attempt to clap along with the sounds while hanging onto the pole to prevent the Germans from finding America on their laps. While we wait for the next train, Megan buys underwear at a children's store called Z, hoping a twelve year old has the same size as she. At least they're on sale.
Sydney and I rush from Enrico after eating pizza, stopped by a elderly group outside a hotel meandering for a taxi. We pause, laughing about the day's events when the crop duster sounds from the white haired man with a cane in front of me. We manage to make it past him before doubling over in the bushes, trying to walk up the Via del Corso so as to not pee ourselves.
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