Rome
Feb 9-10, 2025
Flew into tomorrow! Landed today while it was still yesterday at home.
Time zones. š
I got the cheap seats so not much sleep was had. Iāll probably forget about that soon. Thereās so much to see now that Iām in Roma!
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By the time I got to the hotel late morning I was exhausted and needed a shower. A very long nap was had! It was glorious.
Then off to St Petersā Square and Basilica!
There are people everywhere from all over the world. I follow the crowds around until I find my way in through security.
The amount of people is overwhelming since Iām tired. The Basilica is ginormous. It took me awhile to realize Mass was happening at the very front. It looked roped off to the tourist crowd milling about with cameras out. I looked for a quiet place.
Spotted! A side chapel with plenty of open pews and no crowds. Itās blocked off with one entrance. Thereāre no lines. Itās for sacramental confessions. They have a lots of language options too. I got a Dutch priest who speaks English as well. What a blessing!
The confessionals were all made of beautiful carved dark wood and looked portable. A stark contrast to our little rooms back home for confessions.
After some prayer time I go on the hunt for food. And wine.
Bruschetta and a dry red to start.
Note to all: not all wine is delicious in Italy. Or maybe my Kansas palette just doesnāt know best?
Those are definitely anchovies on one. š
With the bill comes A ālocal digestiveā Iām told.
When in Rome š¤·āāļø. Down the hatch!
Some kind of liqueur that doesnāt make me gag but also not one Iād order.
Iām still hungry-ish. And itās still early. To the next!
This restaurant has an uptown American vibe. Reminds be of a lot of places I go when roadtripping the states. Fun geometric tiles. Brushed gold fruit holders. Top 40 hits remade into jazz mixes for background music.
Lambrusco: carbonated red wine. Kind of weird. But itās growing on me.
Carbonara. My new DC friend told me itās a must in Italy. Praying I can still fit in my jeans at the end of this. š³
It has GUANCIALE (fancy cheek bacon). Bacon. Cream. Carbs. What more could one want?
Oh yeah. Wine.
I donāt think Iām doing wine right in Italy though. Or maybe Iām too tired still to appreciate it. Thereās always tomorrow.
Off to do some work since itās still office hours stateside.






