It’s almost midnight here and I have fully immersed myself In the tourism culture. For that I am tired.
I wish I had my fitbit because I would have gotten a record amount of steps today. We saw the Coliseum, the Arch of Constantine, Tabelarium, or the ruins of the place where the roman records were stored, Santa Maria Maggiore, and various shops and pizzerias along the way. The lines were too long and the price too high to get into the Coliseum and there was no way we were trying to get into the Vatican because the Pope gives a sermon from his balcony every Sunday and Wednesday. Pretty crowded in the Vatican City around then.
We both needed a siesta after our morning adventures. Sep was up much earlier than me due to his greater amount of sleep during our travels, ingrained habit of waking up early for work, and a higher level of excitement and expectancy. He’s been to Rome before and knows what he wants to see that he missed last time. I bought frozen fruit and peach nectar from a hole-in-the-wall grocery while we were on our last leg of the adventure. The fruit, pictured above, was the most delicious fruit I’ve ever tasted. No one in America freezes currants, at least not to my knowledge.
The highlight of the day for me was dinner. We sat, I tried to speak my best Italian (use “vorrei” when ordering food to be polite, for example), and we got delicious food. Pictured is my pizza con punte di asparagi e salmone. We drank a liter of wine over almost four hours and thoroughly enjoyed its halfhearted sparkle. Not quite champagne, but also not regular wine. Sep discovered that the “truffles” he surmised (through the almost-comparable English pizza menu) he was getting on his pizza weren’t mushrooms but octopus instead (pizza con polpo e pesto alla Genovese). He ate the pizza anyway.
Now, after a long day, I’m ready to turn in with a cup of chamomile tea and a pirated episode of Parks and Recreation. Many thanks to Roma for tiring me out and helping me adjust to a new time zone!