we just had our farewell Rome dinner. Fittlingly, it was at Ombre Rosse - the site of our 'welcome to Rome' drinks. Most of it was delicious, some of it involved a platter of meat. The grappa was pretty awful. We live and we learn.
It's monday, so by local standards it's pretty quiet.
what of Rome? Geocaches # 149 and 150. A fantastic Sunday bike ride. Churches, some very, very old ruins. A holocaust memorial in a pavement. Lovely people.
The blokes downstairs at our local alimentari are great. They give us discounts and sell beer at the cheapest price. The men around the corner at the pizzeria and bakery are not as friendly, but their food speaks for itself.
Today we played postcards at the Vatican. The cards are virtually free - not so much the postage. Service and facilities were excellent. Looking forward to the experiment that is: four cards sent to reliable addresses in NZ - how many arrive - and when? For the record they were all sent on 12 May.
Rome is a lovely city. Like Paris and London it's so old, so inhabited, so built up. it makes home seem a bit like cardboard. Not the people, just the infrastructure. I wonder if we'll stand the test of a few millennia?
we're finally working out why it's so noisy in our neck of the woods - it's not just that Trastevere is the centre of Roman nightlife, but also that the beer at our friendly alimentari is so cheap that the drunks buy it and hang around chatting and drinking after. The acoustics in our fourth floor apartment are perfectly arranged to catch their chatter - and our Italian is coming on in leaps and bounds. Between us I think we've got a dozen words by now.
Have found the local bus app and located the nearest bus stop. With luck we'll be at the station termini tomorrow in good time for breakfast before jumping onto the Venice train.
By jingoes the conversations below are intense - well, if volume is any indicator...
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