Well, here we are at the end. This morning we finished cleaning up a bit, took out the trash, and went on our way. It was raining again, and incredibly cold. Our train was delayed by 30 mins and we got there an hour early, so we had to wait in the cold (but fortunately covered from rain) for an hour and a half. We passed the time by thinking of creepy things we could do or say to make the gypsies leave us alone. We watched a couple of them have a brief turf war, it was kind of funny.
Anyway, finally we got on the train. We were going about 150mph, so we made good time. On the way, Sam worked on sorting some analysis for his groundstone project and I caught up some on my London journal (oh, don't judge, at least I'm still writing it, and I'm doing a whole lot better on this trip). Eventually, we got in to Tiburtina.
We walked around until we got to our hotel. We had to cross under a freeway and got a little turned around (streets here often change names in the middle of a road and things like that, so it can get pretty confusing). Eventually, we got to the hotel.
After twiddling our thumbs a bit, we set out to bide our time until an appropriate dinner hour (it was only about a little before 3pm). We walked up to a metro stop and hopped on until the Circo Massimo.
Then we walked past all the ruins until we came to a church where the Bocca della Verita is. I mostly wanted to see it because of Roman Holiday and Only You, but I didn't feel an urge to really stick my hand in it (I know I'm a liar, and I want to keep my hand thank-you-very-much), which was a good thing, because there was an enormous line, PLUS you have to pay a euro to go up and put your hand in. So we took pictures of other people doing it instead.
|Sunset in Rome|
|The last dorky Italian self-portrait of the trip, don't worry|
We then walked out to the Piazza Navona and ate at the Navona restaurant again. I got lasagna again, because it just sounded so tasty and I was starving. Also I'm boring. Sam got canolini. We then got gelato at the same place as the first gelato I had, and it paled in comparison to the other gelatos in Florence! In fact, it was almost like soft serve when I thought about it.
Neither of us could actually finish ours anyway, because it was about 38 degrees (or so). The Piazza was filled with Christmas goods stands, brightly lit and welcoming. We wanted to get an ornament for our tree, you know, this being our honeymoon and our first trip together and all that. But the only ones that weren't bizarre or tacky were too fragile to take back with us. I'm a little bit sad. But I want to know: what on earth do witches and broomsticks have to do with Christmas??? They were everywhere! I'll add that to the list of things I have to look up, along with who Vittorio Emmanuele II is, he's also everywhere.