I meet the girls in Campo de’ Fiori and we hit the pavement to do a little sight-seeing and some souvenir shopping. Saturday is not the day to be out and about in Rome. There are so many people and the traffic is awful so getting anywhere on the bus takes forever. The shops are crowded and the sights are impossible. We wander in and out of churches and walk then entire length of Via del Corso, passing by the Spanish Steps which are swarming with tourists.
We cut the day short, it’s too hot, and we’re going to meet up later anyway. At home I eat saffron risotto with Alice and Davide. It’s the best thing I’ve had to eat so far. Paola is not eating with us because she has a date with her regazzo! She’s getting done up in a little black dress and has these incredible shoes on. After she leaves the kids fill me in on her boyfriend. Apparently he’s a body-builder type and looks a bit like Sylvester Stallone so they call him “Sly.”
Billi, the dog, is not too happy to have his mama out of the house and starts to get even more worried when I get ready to go out.
I meet up with the girls at Piazza Trilussa which appears to be an established hangout for the scrappy youth of Rome. We walk all over, ducking into various bars and clubs until we end up at yet another Irish bar. I walk in and immediately walk out. It’s all Americans and totally overcrowded. We stand outside and I practice my Italian with some locals, mixing in Spanish when I have to. I have more fun standing outside the bar chatting in crummy Italian that I had anywhere else. I’m even more determined to learn the language.
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