We've been in Rome since Friday retracing our steps from last year and retracing the steps of THOUSANDS of people over the millenia. There is our favorite middle eastern catacomb that is filled with beads, lamps and glassware in five underground rooms - not having been dusted since the birth of Christ.
I also decided to get an asymmetrical haircut by a stylist who didn't speak a word of English to go with my Venetian bug-eye glasses - the look will be absolutely complete with my diamond studded Lamborghini baseball cap.
It's great to be back in Corciano, but we thoroughly enjoyed our stay at Hotel Smeralda two short blocks from the Campo di Fiori. And our room was high above the mosquitoes, noises and clatter - but right in the direction of Roscioli - the best bakery in all of Rome. The smells of fresh baked breads, sweets, phenomenal pizzas and cakes somehow wafted up to wake us in the morning. Couldn't have been closer to heaven even if we were one of those little "putti" - you know them: those little busy-body angelic faces with no bodies with wings coming out of their ears. We've certainly seen the clouds that they "live" in.
Our meeting of 27 at our house in Maine for four days is finally over and we are back in steamy New York and catching up on your wonderful Blog. How do you say Green in Italian? I am that and more with your wonderful adventures. I have even decided such a blog would be great to keep while John is in the Navy. He can catch up on what is going on at home when he so chooses. And it will be a kind of journal for me. You are so with it.
ReplyDeleteAND LOVE THE CHIC HAIRCUT. I fear we are loosing you to Italy hair by hair. No more fun visits in Cali.
Love to you both,
Lainy