Civitavecchia, Italy: Day 3

My last day in Civitavecchia was very relaxing. I refused to let myself wake up until one, and decided to walk around the city a little. As soon as I left, however, I began melting, and I only made it halfway to the train station when I chose to stop my tour. On the road that leads to the port, there are several stands that sell alcohol and snacks, but what stuck out to me every time I walked by was that they give you half watermelons or cantaloupes with a knife and fork to enjoy. As I am fruit-obsessed and had drooled over these treats every time I walked by them, I figured that my last day was the perfect time to enjoy one. I sat by myself with a giant cantaloupe in front of me, and tried my best to take my time and not engulf it like I wished to. It was the perfect refreshment for such a disgusting day, ruined only when a man walking by with his son sneered at me and said “te gusta…” I’m fairly sure I turned an angry shade of red.

After my snack I was walking back to the ship when I ran into Andrew (who I call DrewAnd because my mind likes to process it as such) and some other SAS-ers, who were on their way to the beach. I had nothing else to do so I turned around to join them. We did not actually end up at the beach (good for me, because I wasn’t wearing a swimsuit), and instead sat beachside, at some tables next to a shack selling alcohol. I enjoyed a beer and some chips, and then a gelato with DrewAnd (this is making me wonder how I am losing weight..) before heading back to the ship on my own. Jill had left a note on my door (she had gone to Rome earlier in the day to meet a friend studying abroad) that she had had a bad day and was lying by the pool. I later found out that her friend never showed up and she had basically gone to Rome just to sweat and come back. We spent the rest of the day basking in the son before our ship left for Naples.