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The pictures of the diary, are hyperlinked below, because there are a few.
TRANSCRIPTION OF DIARY:
(Apologies to the pedantic Italians that read my journal, I may someday go in and correct my terrible spelling, please accept my apologies and try not to laugh too hard as I butcher your language. If you think reading it is abusive, you should hear me try to speak it. –srz)
Checked out of the Capo D’Africa Hotel and took our bags across the street to the Lancelot hotel. (We couldn’t get Sunday night at the Lancelot, but we booked the rest of our stay there. The Hotel Capo D’Africa may have an emergency cord in the bathtub and little uniformed bellhops, but the Lancelot is more like staying at your grandmother’s. (And paying for it, assuming of course, that your grandmother is slightly well to do. -srz) Went around the corner to a small bar off of the Via Marcus Arelleus to have a cappuccino which was truly one of the best of my life (€1.50.) We walked around the Collosseum and took a memory card full of pictures. Then we went by subway to a small Pizza Rustica joint outside the Flamingio train station. Mystery had tomato, mozerella and rughetta (a small, more bitter variant of arugula, aka rocket. Sometimes available in the US and the UK as “wild rocket.” –srz) I had artichoke and fontina, it was excellent. We stopped in at the Piazza Del Popolo (to look at the Caravaggio’s in the church there, but it was closed. –srz) walked to the Spagna station, (where we glanced sideways at the Spanish Steps. Shopping isn’t our thing, so that’s the most we saw of them. –srz) Then (we went) back to “Il Collosseo” to see the Palentine Hill’s great vews, its brown-and-black ravens, its swallows in the skies above the forum, the blooming honeysuckle and datura, and what looked to be foxglove and poppies. (Feeling poetic, steffan? – srz) It was hot but notunbearag unbearable, so on the way home we stopped and bought “Un cono di Gelato” (€2.50) Mystery had Fragola e Melone, I had Caffe and Ciccolato Bella! Ma Bene! (Please, try not to embarrass yourself steffan. –srz)
I lost my CIS card while we got gelato :( We had to go and get another one, then we went to the supermarket to getAmara San Pelligrino (the strikethrough is right, we were getting the bitter orange soda made by San Pelligrino, called “L’Amara,” you can’t get it in the united states, and it is Mystery’s favorite. –srz) Nectarines, and little Chocolates. (To give to my coworkers. – srz) We went from there to ‘Aranciata Blu’ a vegetarian restaurant that Mystery knew about, we had, Prosecco to start, it was very good! (Solid green label with gold writing, very plain.) Mystery had: Potato and Mint Ravioli, Roasted Endive with soho goat cheese that was like Haloumi, I had: Gnocci, fried ravioli with eggplant, tomato, and basil. (I can’t impress upon you how tasty this all was. It was a very nice little restaurant, although a long walk from the Termini station, past the homeless encampment, going back it was 9 or 10 o’clock, so we felt a little bit of unease, but no-one bothered us at all. Rome is generally a very safe city –srz)
TRANSCRIPTION OF DIARY:
(Apologies to the pedantic Italians that read my journal, I may someday go in and correct my terrible spelling, please accept my apologies and try not to laugh too hard as I butcher your language. If you think reading it is abusive, you should hear me try to speak it. –srz)
Checked out of the Capo D’Africa Hotel and took our bags across the street to the Lancelot hotel. (We couldn’t get Sunday night at the Lancelot, but we booked the rest of our stay there. The Hotel Capo D’Africa may have an emergency cord in the bathtub and little uniformed bellhops, but the Lancelot is more like staying at your grandmother’s. (And paying for it, assuming of course, that your grandmother is slightly well to do. -srz) Went around the corner to a small bar off of the Via Marcus Arelleus to have a cappuccino which was truly one of the best of my life (€1.50.) We walked around the Collosseum and took a memory card full of pictures. Then we went by subway to a small Pizza Rustica joint outside the Flamingio train station. Mystery had tomato, mozerella and rughetta (a small, more bitter variant of arugula, aka rocket. Sometimes available in the US and the UK as “wild rocket.” –srz) I had artichoke and fontina, it was excellent. We stopped in at the Piazza Del Popolo (to look at the Caravaggio’s in the church there, but it was closed. –srz) walked to the Spagna station, (where we glanced sideways at the Spanish Steps. Shopping isn’t our thing, so that’s the most we saw of them. –srz) Then (we went) back to “Il Collosseo” to see the Palentine Hill’s great vews, its brown-and-black ravens, its swallows in the skies above the forum, the blooming honeysuckle and datura, and what looked to be foxglove and poppies. (Feeling poetic, steffan? – srz) It was hot but not
I lost my CIS card while we got gelato :( We had to go and get another one, then we went to the supermarket to get
| Page 1. Messy Diary | Page 2, Collosseum ticket, and Arancia Blue Business Card | Page 3, Receipt and CIS card | Page 4, Lancelot Business card |
