>In Civitaveccia, me and the guys took the bus to the next town of Tarquinia, the hilltop home of Etruscan tombs
The bus stops are labeled Fermata, which I love, because just like the musical term, the buses linger without quite coming to a halt, and then move on.
A picture of my companions, Eric the bass player and Scott the disgruntled trombonist.
You can walk down inside them, and observe the paintings on the walls
Then we stopped for a lunch in the town.
The guys were very amused by the fact that I matched my water bottle!