Day 3 in Roma: The Last Day

Today was an Italian holiday: St. Paul's Day. He is the protector of Rome.

I feel like shit.

Amanda and I are both sick.

All day, I've felt very odd. You know that feeling you get in your stomach when you miss a step on a stair? Well, my legs feel like that and have all day. Occasionally my stomach feels like that, too, as do my arms. I've been constantly lightheaded and weak; sometimes the world looks like its spinning or somehow distorted. I drank lots of water.

It was really hot today, so we thought it was just the heat. We came back to the room after going to the Pantheon, shopping, retuning to the Trevi Fountain for more photos and gelato, and walking to see another fountain. I slept for an hour or so. Just before we took the subway to our room to rest, I was suddenly freezing, goosebumps in 70-80 degree heat. I was still freezing when we got back to the room. I put on my sweatshirt and huddled with the blanked and slept through a horrible headache.

I woke up sweating profusely and extremely hot. I was the only one. I ate a snack.

We then took the Metro to a place called Cinecittà because there's a big mall out there (and we had time to kill), but it was closed due to the holiday. Amanda was extremely disappointed. We took the Metro to another, more familiar (and expensive) shopping place and walked around. We bought a pastry at a grocery store, then took a bus back to the hotel area. I was fine after I first got up but an hour later, I started feeling like shit again. Amanda wasn't feeling too great either, but she was just hungry.

Once back near the hotel, we went to dinner at the same place we went the first night because it was so good. I wasn't hungry, but made myself eat about half of this huge plate of tasty pasta. Then we went to the hotel.

We are currently in the throes of post-packing, pre-showering reading. All except for me; I feel to shitty to shower and am watching the Spain vs. Portugal game. I washed my feet, and that's it. I feel too shitty to even brush my teeth. I really hope I feel better tomorrow, because that 10 hour flight is going to be a bitch if I don't.