We stepped off our British Airways flight after a terrible yet bandaid-like fast stint in London Heathrow, and into ROME. One bag here, one bag not. A lot of sneezing, sinus headaches, and disgusting plane clothing. Natan walked way past our hotel, waiting for a stupid veer in a very long, hot road. Scooter ladies gave us directions. Lili's prediction that we had passed the street we needed to turn on - correct. We found our beautiful abode for the next 3 nights. Decorated with fruited grape vines and a very polite tabby - Cristina's Residence.
We started our Rome trip just like any other. The Trevi Fountain, the Spanish steps ... a few photos of just Lili and a sculpture, then some of Natan and a sculpture, and then awkward photos of the two of us and an outstretched arm. We discovered: delicately fizzy water, scary men that want you to hold roses, and tiny supermarkets that are very hard to find and don't actually sell anything.
Dinner? Bread and nutella.
Then? Good night.
Natan.
mmmm nutella!!!!
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