We're here! Safe and sound in Roma. Sitting at an internet cafe. 8:30 p.m. Although it feels like 3 in the morning a couple days from now. The plane did fine, but I'm lagging even after a post checking into our b&b siesta. Trying to stay awake to get on Rome time for tomorrow.
Our b&b does NOT have internet like it said on the internet, so we have a temporary snag with posting photos. We did toss coins in the Trevi Fountain and take pics of that, and WERE going to post those, as well as some of our first real live Italian pizza-chianti-espresso in a Roman sidewalk cafe, but alas they will have to wait until we can unsnag.
Notes on first real live Roman meal. Yum. Our pizza is nothing like this. But I think the atmosphere adds something you just can't get back home. They sell it by the slice and charge by the ounce. The chianti was so smooth it felt like velvet. It might have been my fave glass of wine ever, even though I'm normally a pinot noir kind of girl. The espresso gave me a buzz. Which felt extra crazy coming off staying up all night on the plane plus jet lag plus a desperate-rushed catnap plus my first glass of real live Italian wine at a real live Roman sidewalk cafe. Balancing the forces of the stimulants and depressants is a very delicate operation.
Something I did not expect was all the Pinnochios all over Rome. Sure, now that I think about it, Pinnochio is totally Italian. But I just had never thought about it much. I brought Dante, St. Francis, Umberto Eco, and a couple of art books with me to read Italian while in Rome. But I totally forgot Pinnochio.