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The Lost Boys
Welcome to our blog! We will be writing about our adventures throughout Europe over the next half year (or longer). In case you read our title and thought "Lost Boys, wtf?" The Lost Boys are Peter Pan's followers who do not want to grow up. In order to stop the process of growing up and avoid responsibilities the Lost Boys escaped to Never Never Land. In our case Europe is our Never Never Land, a place to escape from growing up, from getting jobs, from becoming real people and having a shit ton of fun along the way!

Mark is the bobble head of the infamous Mark Bradford, father of the Bradford family. The Bradford family took me in under their wing while I lived in Indiana and so I thought I would take a piece of the along with me on this trip.

So if you find yourself being a grown up with responsibilities and are bored at work or at home, your escape is only a click away!

Thanks for reading!

-Jamie and Michael


Saturday, February 5, 2011

When in Rome...GET OUT!

Well Jamie and I landed in Rome about 3.5 hours ago.   First off Italians do not like Americans, while going through customs the officer literally looked at the front of our passport and tossed it back at me and that was that, no look at my picture no stamp no questions nothing!  Then we met our first road block of the trip.  I reserved a room at a hotel about 15 miles from the Da Vinci Airport, however when we got to the airport we could not find our itinerary with the phone numbers and address to the hotel.  Of course they do not have free wi-fi here so we had to plug a couple euros into an internet station to retrieve our information.  We stepped outside to try and figure out how the hell to get there, and with dumbfounded looks on our face were immediately approached by a sketchy ass gentleman.  This guy kept telling us he could get us anywhere in the city for 50 euro each...he followed us back into the airport for over 15min.  After we finally lost him another sketchball did the same thing and another.  Finally we figured out we had no f'n clue where we were or how to get to the hotel or how we would get back to the airport to catch our 630am flight.  Luckily there was a Hilton right in front of us...so 133 euros a night and over 3 hours spent walking around the Rome airport later here we are in a posh Hilton using a bu-day.  To our parents, we hope you understand!

Being in a country that you dont know the language is extremely frustrating, it is worry some that we have 5 more months to go in Greece were we cant even read!

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