Headed back from dinner, just me and Adam as my folks and the Tweedle Twirp were staying with the kids, we were pleasantly surprised by an operatic concert at the Spanish Steps. A calming end to a day of two whiny, tired kids.
At lunch, Pie was flagging. It’s hot, and to be honest, we had just walked approximately two miles, with pit stops only to see a few Caravaggios in a church. She was beat.
“I can take you back to the apartment,” I told her.
“I’m so tired. I can’t walk any more,” she replied.
“That’s fine,” I said. “We can save our shopping for Florence.”
“Shopping?” she said. “Oh, I think I can shop!”
Gee, thanks. Sure enough, she rallied. Luckily she’s happy with window shopping as we didn’t actually buy anything.
Pie, Tweeds, and I wandered as an exhausted Doodles vegged in the apartment. I can’t keep my daughter and my sister straight. Their names are as different as, well, as different as Pie and Tweeds. But I’ve given up. Now when I call out a name, I just append it. “Pie!” I yell before I realize I’m calling out the wrong name. “I mean Big Pie!” Sometimes I end up with Little Tweeds.
Tweeds (the big one), Adam, and I went to the Bone Church, which is one of the oddest, coolest sights in town. It may have been my favorite place in Rome, though I may not be the best judge, considering that I’m not a huge fan of ancient art. I know. I’m in the wrong town.
But you don’t care about that. You want to know the important stuff. Like what I ate. So today was: yogurt, caffe latte, deep fried zucchini and anchovies, mixed bruschetta, spaghetti carbonara, red wine, ginger cinnamon gelato, basil gelato, glass of red wine, mixed antipasto plate, rigatoni all’amatriciana, half a bottle of red wine, strawberries with whipped cream, and limocello.
Roly Poly is off to bed. Tomorrow, we take on Florence. Hope Florence has prepped the chefs! I’m still eating!
You had me at “deep fried zucchini” (YUM!).