It's really difficult for me to pick out a best moment. There are a lot of them.
I had a lot of fun at the restraunt where we ate lunch in Pisa. The waiter for my table was very impressed when I asked him--in Italian--where the bathrooms were, and was super-nice to me after that.
Our single evening in Sorrento was pretty awesome just 'cause the scenery was so beautiful. Andrea and I went out to walk that night after supper and found a curve in the road where you could see all the way down to the ocean, with the lights of Sorrento reflecting off the water. We were so high up that the car headlights on the roads below us weren't any bigger than the fireflies. We went back down with Aaron a little later, and saw someone shoot off a single firework somewhere across the water. Then, as we were walking back, the moon rose the brightest orange I've ever seen. We knocked ourselves silly trying to get a decent photo of it.
One of the worst experiences was also the funniest. At the Louvre, Andrea and I were looking for the Michelangelo sculptures and managed to get horribly lost. We ended up in a wing that had ancient Iranian artifacts, and from there somehow wandered into a section that wasn't even supposed to be open--the lights were all off, and one corridor was roped off. We backtracked and asked directions from several different museum staff, and ALL of them told us to turn left. We kept turning left and we kept getting more and more lost. When we finally found the Michelangelo sculptures, we had so little time left that we were actually running, and it was only then that we realized we'd walked right past them in our first ten minutes inside, but hadn't stopped because we'd been looking for the Mona Lisa. Aargh!
