welcome to the strangers

On my first day in Rome I got lost and hopped into a car with a 45 year old Egyptian man.

Normally I wouldn't do this. But I was feeling extremely adventerous and the intense heat probably degraded my conscious side. I felt that he was safe. He was nice. I did't get attacked. He owned a garden shop, my dad loves gardening. So I gave it a thunbs up and hopped in to the car. And then arrived safely in the hostel. the end

During the day I witnessed this artist making paintings out of spray paint. It was definately performance art to say the least. He knew he had a crowd and thus he painted with vigility and almost anger. He was pretty cool and boy did he know how to spray paint! The paintings ended up looking highly polished. I bought one for my brother.

And that evening I ended chatting it up with a homeless man. He was pretty cool. And he was chilling with his two bunny rabbits.