So, hey. There’s a marathon in Rome today.
Yesterday we slept until nearly 1 in the afternoon, then went to our little piazza for sandwiches and drinks, then to the tabacchi for bus passes and cappuccinos. Those bus passes are pretty amazing, because for cheap you can use them for everything. Plus Cenzia, the woman who runs the place, speaks wonderful English, knows everything, and we’re her favorites.
Then we took a train to somewhere we didn’t mean to go, but got to cross the Tiber (hi, Dr. Franklin!), got some pretty funny directions to the Colosseum (You keep going straight on this street until you see some ruins on the right. They’re huge and decrepit, just a mess. Then you’ll see a big white thing. They call it the wedding cake. It’s obnoxious. Just make sure you keep that on the right and keep walking. The Colosseum will be straight ahead. You can’t miss it. It’s big.), and walked about a trillion miles, got on a bus going the wrong way because we thought it would take us to Piazza Navona, then got on another wrong bus to Piazza Navona, and finally ended up walking there. We kept ending up back at the Pantheon, which is actually our neighborhood.
We were trying to get to Trevi Fountain, but it kept eluding us. I’m convinced it’s on wheels. We did finally eventually get there, but honestly. There were hundreds of people there, many of them Bangladeshi trying to sell us roses or take our picture for us. We dropped in on a mass, where a priest sitting in the back got a phone call with a Guns & Roses or something ring tone, causing us to dissolve into giggles.
Dinner was back at the tabacchi, and was fantastic.
We spend a good bit of our time at the apartment sitting in our window, which is about 100 feet above the cobblestone street, so we could eat it any just any second.
Today’s agenda is the Colosseum, Palatine Hill, the Forum, and The Vatican. It’s chilly out this morning. I should check the weather before we leave, because coming back is a bitch – to get to our apartment, it’s 56 steps straight up.