The jet lag is slowly going away and I must find a way to get out of bed before 10 am or my man will divorce me, pronto. We have walked around most of the city and are getting ready to start touring the sites. I have always been so self-conscious when traveling, determined to live like a local and not look like a tourist. I gave up that idea the first day we arrived.
Apparently, I have "tourist" written on my forehead no matter how hard I try to blend in and learn the language. Italians have seen it all and they are onto me, so I might as well accept the fact that they are stereotyping me as clueless. (They might be right anyway.) The conclusion is that I am just going to do as I please without worrying about what they think. Though my photographic skills still need much work, I am walking around, camera in hand, everywhere I go. This city is amazingly beautiful and if I can avoid getting hit by a car or scooter, I think that I will be able to capture a lot of it.
I still can't believe that these scenes below took place on a Sunday night, AFTER midnight. Children and grandmothers are strolling in the piazzas, young teenagers are up to no good in the Campo dei Fiori, and middle-aged people are dancing in front of bars. I don't know about you, but I am 100% certain that both my parents are sound asleep at midnight on every single Sunday night of the year. They could learn a thing or two from Italians. Then again, so could I.
Pasta:2
Pizza:1
Gelato:2
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