11/3/12 - 11/7/12 66 °F
We have stabilized operations in Rome. The bird poop is flying, almost as fast as the traffic. The kids and I have rested up from our whirlwind month since Paris. We are jazzed about the elections and about exploring another new city, especially this one.
Neither of the kids has learned to walk in a straight line. Neither have totally memorized their math facts. Neither can go "straight to bed." Neither can read a map with success! But, both are quick to want to go inside this or that for just a peak, to go down a street we didn't intend to, to eat a zucchini flower when told it's a delicacy, and to offer a quick hand when I can't conquer tall stairs that have no railing.
We are so glad to be in an apartment again, and even so much happier that Don returns in less than a week.
The city is beautiful and begs for meandering. And eating gelato. Yesterday, I let the kids have two. Just seemed like the right thing to do.
We have visited dozens of churches since Saturday, the Pantheon, a view-topped hill and neighborhoods thick with alleys, little-to-no sidewalks, pizzerias, and gelato shops. La dolce vita indeed.
I have sucked it up and entered bakeries with old men, oler women behind the counters. No English. Have no idea what anything is called. I can say (I think!), I would like that one or this one. I can count to five, say eight and ten. Why not six, seven or nine? These are my shortcomings, some of my smallest ones.
Henry's collision with the moped in Florence has us all on hyper alert. We dash, we leap, we hold hands so tightly. Henry did get a healthy bruise but, as many have told him, he has a great story to tell. Today we had to cross a busy street to get to a staircase and there was a crosswalk. But, it was right on a hairpin curve! Give me a break, and a sedative! We obviously made it, and hoorayed when we did. Each step a part of this magical adventure.
Lots of schoolwork in Rome so far, leaving the apartment mid day for our adventuring. We are saving the Colosseum and a few other highlights for Don's arrival. Gives me some time to plan ahead and for us to explore the hood, find the grocery stores and markets, and get to know our way around.
We are in a neighborhood called the Jewish Ghetto, within a larger neighborhood called Centro Storico. We can walk everywhere. There seems to be a large tram/bus hub two blocks from us but we have only walked this far. Magically, we have a terrace overlooking a tiny pedestrian-only street lined with cafes, restaurants, butchers, bakeries, a cheese shop, a gelato shop, and more. I can't wait for Don to share it with us.
Rome, you are a beauty. And, I'm glad you were 66 degrees and perfectly sunny today!