Carolina Panthers... ROME

So I met a woman wearing a pink panther’s hat and a grey panther’s t shirt in the Vatican City today. (By the way, I’m in Rome now.) So I said to her “Carolina Panthers!” and she about screamed “AMEN!” We got to talking and she was using her time in Rome to visit the St. Peter’s Basilica and pray for a good Panther’s season above the bones of St. Peter. This sounded like a good cause so I joined in with her and we prayed. We literally knelt down on the pew and prayed for a super bowl victory, no less. The Wendell’s Packers might have had a good draft this year, but we have St. Peter and the Pope on our team.
So I was feeling good about doing my duty as a Carolina fan in God’s House, and I was walking toward St. Angelo’s Castle and a pidgin pooped from a building corner and it partially landed on my shoulder… Most of it hit the ground in front of me, but I definitely got poop on my shirt. I am now thinking that it might not be a good season after all. The poop on the shirt was a complete disaster because it was my last clean one. I went into a Mc Donald’s and cleaned it off in the sink, looking like a bum while I was doing it, but at least it’s wearable now.
So I am Robert Langdon right now. I solved the Illuminati code. I don’t have an interview until tomorrow so I spent the day tracing his steps from Angels and Demons through all the Illuminati “churches”. It was fun and it was a good way to find my way around the city and see everything on that side of Rome. I also found the prosthetic shop where my interviews are tomorrow, so I was constructive. I have two interviews manana, and afterwards I plan on seeing some of the Ancient Empire part of the city. It seems from my travels that I spend almost as much time in churches or cathedrals as I do in the prosthetic shops, maybe I should have added religious architecture to my studies.
Mother told me yesterday that they went to a restaurant in DC that an Iron Chef founded. I’m beginning to think that I am an Iron Chef. I can cook mean pasta and a couple of hostel bunkmates added dishes and we had a feast tonight. A feast for fewer than 3 Euros. Beautiful.
I’m still sweating a lot, so between a lot of BO and bird doo doo on my shirt, I am now out of clean clothes. Maybe I’ll scratch my plans for tomorrow and do some laundry…
I hope all is well! ADIOS AMIGOS!