We arrive to a hot Rome the temperature is 25 degrees no the sun is beating down. Our roles are clearly divided ,the husband is official map reader and I am food decider and tour planner. No conflict there.
Our hotel is a cozy little place in the heart of Rome and the view from our room is into a monastery garden.
Rome somehow feels like home. Is it the fact that pigeons were running around on the train platform (the Germans will have a heart attract if they see a bird where it's not supposed to be), or the fact that our sweat starved skin is suddenly sweating again. The roads are not as clean as the other cities in Europe and the cars and bikes a parked randomly on the streets. Some of them park in front of other people's gates ,oh how familiar all this is. People cross the road without waiting for lights to change. The Italians drive as madly as we do in India. Not for them the order but more of chaos. They talk loudly and it's like a sophisticated version of India.
Our hotel staff give us some basic tips. At tea time,Romans eat gelato or drink espresso and not having tasted gelato we set off to a place that comes highly recommended and if the queues are anything to go by this has to be a good place or the people are just greedy. Doesn't disappoint the gelato is creamy and rich,this despite not having a clue what to choose on the menu,it all being in Italian.
Dinner is again a local recommendation and the pizza come oozing with cheese,the pasta with clams is to die for and the wine is local. What more can we ask for. Our first experience of Italian food in Italy has lived up to all the hype and we are a happy bunch.
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