Fuck You, I'm a Robot

I probably wouldn't have gone except that it was ungodly cheap. My Latin teacher had been doing these trips every four years since she'd started teaching there in 1968, and had an excellent fundraising program in place. Since this was her final trip before she retired, she got the school to chip in more than usual, so it was even cheaper, probably only about $900 for the tour (which included hotels) and then whatever it cost for airfare and spending money (which I fucked up on when we took a boat from Italy to Greece -- I changed all my money from lire to whatever the Greek currency was [this was pre-euro], not knowing that the ship was Italian, so I couldn't get anything to eat). Next time we meet up I'll show you the photos. Me looking like a long-haired teenage goon in all the great churches and classical sites of Italy.