I like our transparent bathroom, but water splatters everywhere. It’s like being in Venice all over again. I made sure the floor was dry so that TBG would slip and enjoyed the luxury of high speed internet. :D What a thrill after nearly two weeks of slow-as-a-turtle service.
By six, TBG was up and moving about and by 6:30, he was ready for breakfast. This one is much like the buffet in Venice, lots of cold cuts, cheese, pastries and, believe it or not, hot dogs, cut up and labeled as sausages, which, I suppose they technically are. We ate and I made a note to myself to take a Dramamine. After nearly three weeks of them, mostly on the water, you need to sort of back off them gradually or you can get land sick, at least that’s true for me.
We headed over to the travel terminal, (or termini) now not as scary or intimidating and, after a couple wrong starts, we found the pick-up spot for the bus. We had a 35 minute wait for the bus, so I decided to find the nearest restroom. Gads, here they cost 1 euro as opposed to Greece’s $.50. At least they are impeccably clean, have toilet paper, soap and a hand dryer. We wandered around what we discovered was a food court and TBG suggested that we might try that for lunch.
Sadly, I made the wrong choice and sat on the left side. Nearly everything was on the right side. Still we got some okay shots. It was a very thorough tour and gave us an idea of what we wanted to do. It also gave us an idea of what eateries were around the hotel. There were tons of them and that makes sense, considering the travel terminal and how many people go in and out of there. Pretty much everyone except us got out at the Vatican, so I switched sides. We even saw the Teatro Marcello, where there is a colony of 150 cats tended to by volunteers. I was surprised at how intact the Colosseum was and how close so many things were to it. We are going to go back tomorrow morning the check it all out.
By the time we arrived back, we were both in a mood for something to eat and after much discussion and reading, we ended up at a little Japanese place. The sushi was very fresh, although it was the first time I’d had sushi rolled in French’s crunchy onions bits. Afterwards, we walked across to a bright pink sweets shop and had some absolutely delicious almond and tangerine gelato. It was so silky and the flavors were perfect. I could tell that would be a popular treat with me if I lived here. :D
We went back to the room to relax and have a little downtime, but by two thirty, I was champing at the bit to get out, so we went back to the termini and took the purple line. That one was a bit more adventurous as it went to the Catacombs and the Church of San Sebastiano. It is located in a rural park (Caffarella) and when we dropped down into the maze of high walls and greenery, the temperature plummeted. I had a jacket, but it was not nearly enough. By the time we finished this part of the loop, I was freezing and I had to use the restroom (a mixture of and cobblestone roads). That passed once we got back to the termini. The only line we didn’t take about the night line and that was okay by me.
We went back to the room to change and grab heavily jackets before heading out again in search of dinner. We ended up at Santa Maria. It was another charming bistro and I decided to play it safe and just order ‘spring rolls’ and a one person pizza. TBG got a cup of soup (pasta and bean), a Caesar and prawns. Yeah, again, not so much with the one person. My spring rolls were actually thinly sliced ham stuffed with three types of cheeses, then covered marinara and baked. My Margarita pizza was easily enough for two. TBG’s bowl of soup arrived in a caldron (easily three servings), his Caesar needed a whole army to deliver and his prawns, an even dozen, were huge. Even his dessert cannelloni was huge. And again limoncello was offered with the bills.
We stumbled back to the room and TBG watched NCIS in Italian – the voice for Ducky was very funny and it was time to sleep. Or so I thought. Apparently something I ate disagreed with me and I ended up worshipping the porcelain god for a few hours. Ugh… hopefully that won’t color out last day in Rome…