I was looking forward to sleeping in this morning, but instead awoke to the sound of my husband dismantling the air conditioning unit. It makes a ticking noise like an egg timer from back in the day. Apparently this got the best of him around 7 AM and he decided to take matters into his own hands. Maybe he was still bitter about the flyby pooping…who knows. We had a quick bite to eat at the rooftop garden at our hotel and then set off in search of Piazza del Popolo. This served as the “front door” of Rome during the 15th century. At the top of very steep steps the Pincio gardens open up and we could look out over the city. Our next stop was the Spanish Steps to which last night’s chanting mob apparently relocated. Pepy’s Bar sat on a convenient corner so we grabbed a table and I tried out the prosciutto and mozzarella panini and a frozen cappuccino. I wrinkled my nose at Rocky’s shrimp pasta because the shrimp still had legs. When I mentioned this, he laughed and pointed out that his pasta was in the shape of a penis. Not sure what that’s about, but we decided not to ask. This evening we will take it easy and head out in the morning for Florence.
On a side note… I am extremely thankful for my washing machine and all the hard work it does. This whole washing by hand thing is not for me.
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