Rome!

Forgive us, we know not what we do. We arrived home from Mexico after two weeks with only 3 days to prepare for Rome. We saw some friends (not all of you, I'm sorry!), and hugged their necks, and woke up and boarded the plane with excitement. The flight wasn't bad, but we didn't sleep great, and that affected us for the first couple of days here. Needless to say, we may be passing out in the middle of the day for 30 minutes here and there involuntarily, but it's ok! We're gonna make the best of it. The Romans don't mind a passed out American on a bench from time to time.

If I recall correctly, we got here on Tuesday morning (it is now Thursday), and headed straight to our lodging in Trastevere. It's small, but sufficient. We dropped off our stuff and started checking out the neighborhood, even though we were pretty tired.

We got a suppli (which is like a croquette), checked out the Tiber river and took in the views. Then we came back home to take care of some work-related things.

The best part of where we are staying, is that it is absolutely beautiful at night. It's definitely no longer a secret. We were here five years ago, and there were definitely fewer American girls saying "Oh my god." But whatever, the neighborhood is stunning.

We have done our best to stay up and enjoy it, but it usually involves a mid-day nap; but I think we're finally coming out of that phase.

Today we finally decided to enter the tourist phase of this trip. The pent of guilt of chilling in our neighborhood for two days, like we have all the time in the world, finally forced us out of shells and into the heart of Rome. We walked across the bridge and checked out the Campo de Fiori (where we bought some salami and cheese!), Piazza Navona, Pantheon, Trevi Fountain, and the Spanish Steps. Then we walked home. It was quite the day. The most productive day so far. Also, we stopped at Schawarma Expresss. I won't apologize for this, it was delicious.

On the way back we heard some musicians playing jazz/funk on the Ponte Sisto bridge, and that made us happy. You’re welcome world, signed, America.

Then we stopped at Trappizino, even though we were not hungry at all, to try out the new rager of a hand sandwich. The chicken cacciatore was ok. Next time, meatball.

Tomorrow is another day. We love you all.