Our first day in Rome (but still a few more to go). We arrived late (9pm?) last night, and decided to take the "taxi" outside the train station. He said he'd take us to our hotel for 30 Euros, which sounded awfully pricey, and his car did not look like a taxi. But, as it was late, we didn't really have much choice, so we paid the price. It didn't make him seem any less fishy when he made only left turns for the next 15 minutes. In the morning when we set off to explore on foot, we quickly found the train station again..... Ah... "Che e vita"... (That's life).
So, our first day in Rome... Took a city tour this morning which was an architectural feast for the eyes. It also involved a bit of skin roasting, so I guess Apollo traded feast for feast. Or it was punishment for going in the Pantheon bare-shouldered.
Rome is beautiful. It is the sort of magical place where dreamy American girls like me can trace the very beginnings of their romantic impracticalities. Every street offers new delights. And I'm not talking about the big churches or the Trevi fountain here. It is amazing how much every doorway arch and shuttered window makes my heart flutter, or the way the laundry hanging three stories up blowing in the alley breeze causes and unstoppable smile and the desire to spin around. I know I've taken at least three pictures of the ground, because I adore the cobbled streets.
And now... off to dinner. :)
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