June 27: Rome!

Spent most of the day going from Iceland to Copenhagen to Rome. Spent all of the day riding the struggle bus.
I may have neglected to mention this but during my excursion to Reykjavík, between the cold and wet and walking and being prone to breaking, I managed to break my knee. Well, where break means that it doesn't work properly anymore and walking is hard and going downstairs is the worst thing in the world. So that sucked and cut my Reykjavík wanderings short. Of course the suckage did not stop there as my knee remained broken even after leaving Iceland. I've had it break before running but this is the worst it's ever been. I spent most of my layover in Copenhagen reading and looking for places to sit and being sad. It wasn't actually as bad as I make it sound. By the time I reached Rome I finished what's out of A Song of Ice and Fire (in pdf form) and also the physical book I brought (Tuesdays with Morrie, in case you were wondering).
Back on the broken knee train, once I got to Rome, I was able to get my first aid kit out of my bag and wrap my knee up. And it actually helped and I want add much of a cripple anymore! So that was great. Between the wrap and sleeping and stuff, my knee is no longer broken. Yay. Continuing on with legs news, at the same time my knee was breaking, my ankle was also so the wrap had since moved from my knee to my ankle, with somewhat less success.
Anyway, here comes the real point of this blog: ice cream

My first meal in Italy.

Also vagrancy:

Of you think I got off the struggle bus when I fixed my knee, you are wrong.
First, some background:
The airport was selling international sim cards. As reluctant as I am to buy anything at an airport, I figured that trying to buy an Italian sim card on my own would be a huge goddamn pain, so what the heck. I was given a choice between calling/texting and having data. Given that wifi is everywhere (haaaahh) and that calling and texting is probably the most useful way to organize stuff and get in contact with people, I chose the first option. If course the rates are probably absurd and it probably would have been fine if I just got a prepaid Italian sim card but the idea of traveling and the card not expiring and convenience all caught up with me and there you have it. The calling mechanism itself is also weird. I guess it's like making a collect call? You call a number, it disconnects, and you receive a call from an unknown number, which you answer and then it starts the call.
Anyway, I had been having a really sporty wifi connection at the airport. At Copenhagen, I managed to get enough internet to read facebook and to google search but not enough apparently to get facebook or whatsapp messages or to like go to web pages that weren't google searches. So it happened that my host should send me a message, I would see the message several hours later when I got internet, feel bad, and respond. Since my host was a real person with a life, by the time he responded, I would have moved away from my wifi zone, wash, rinse, repeat. When I for my new sim card, I tried texting and calling him, but I must have done something wrong, because it seems that my texts disappeared into the ether. Some Italian lady's voice may be able to you you what happened when I tried to call, but I couldn't. It came to pass that I went to a few wrong places. It was a good thing the rando hostel I went to had wifi to give me the next place to go to and that my final destination also had wifi so I could actually communicate with my host. I'm really lucky that it did or I dont know what I would have done.
SPOILERS:
because it's late and I want to be done with this post and I need to find a new place to stay, I end here. But not to worry, the struggle bus rolls on!