I’ve wanted to blog. Really I have. But blogging means putting down my fork, and I can’t quite seem to loosen my grip long enough to type. If I were going to sum up the trip so far, it would have to be Roly Poly Roma.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m here with my kids, my husband, my parents, and my sister. We’ve managed to do a bit. We’ve visited a few famous places, like the Trevi Fountain.
Toured the Colosseum.
Visited Ostia Antica.
Saw the Vatican.
And miscellaneous other things, like checked out the Borghese Gallery, the Jewish museum, the Castle of St. Angelo, the Parthenon, and so on.
But it all pales in comparison to the eating. The gelato. The fried artichokes. The pizza.The wine. The pasta. The pasta. The pasta. Did I mention the pasta?
Ah. Roly Poly Roma. Happy. Happy. Just don’t expect me to put down the fork.
(Note: All travel posts are typed on the iPhone, so typos may abound.)
I think you meant “pantheon”, not “Parthenon”.