May 23
Went downstairs for a coffee and some internet time. Hung out there awhile while Lisa wrote a post on her site about Montalcino. Made it back upstairs and packed our bags and settled our things and wrote down some last minute information. I am kinda intimidated today about Rome and the pick pocketers. Ive seen them in action, and I’ve heard many stories, but recently I have heard more stories, and success stories (success of the pickpocketers) especially near the main train station in Rome.
I am worried and stressed, though I am sure it will all turn out ok. What do I have to get stolen? My watch? The loads of cash I am carrying? Passports? This mini computer? The bottle of wine? The souvenir I bought Chaunce?
I am on the train right now trying to fight off the motion sickness from the hour curvy drive to this station, as well as catch up on some of the journal typing on this keyboard whose mouse in the middle is ultra sensitive and continues to throw my typing for loops. It is really hot and I’ve already been lectured about having the window down. The conductor assistant came by and put the window up and locked it. Oops. Its almost a two hour train ride to Rome, and we are about halfway done.
The train has been really hot, almost unbearable. All of the windows say to keep them closed because the air-conditioning is on in that car. Highly unlikely. We had ours open for awhile, as did others. When the aforementioned employee came back and scolded us, and locked all our windows.
Not only is it hot, but we are sitting near these two ladies. One of them seems to be quite irritated with her travel partner, and also seems deathly ill. Its getting really gross and rude how she keeps coughing and sneezing without covering her mouth. Does she have the swine? She looks really really sick. And a few times I want to just tell her to cover her mouth and nose when she is gonna project her sneezes into the air. I am THIS close to speaking up.
But I don’t. But I do occasionally shoot a disapproving look her way when she does it.
Finally we arrive in Rome, and its really hot too! We are ready for war with the pickpocketers at the station. When we exit the train, we quickly come across a side exit of the station, and figure we might as well mad dash out here. We make our way to a cab line that we see, and we get a quote on a ride from here to our rented apartment. He either said 29 or 39 euros. We accept and figure, whew, we are safe. We arrive at our apartment, pay the man, and we are stoked that we made it past the pickpocketers at the station we were worried about. However, in reading up on cab fares from the train station, we figure that we think we got taken. In retrospect, we remember even that he didn’t even turn the meter on. DOH! (I would later email this information to my dad, to find out that they paid only approx 15 euros when they arrived in Rome a few days later). A small price to pay for safety.
We arrived at our apartment that we are renting and there is a carabinieri parked and standing across the street with an automatic weapon. We find the door for our address, but it is locked and we don’t know who to buzz to let us in. We are standing outside this door for about 20 minutes, thinking our landlord will be here anytime. Eventually someone exited the door and we were able to get ourselves into the courtyard area inside.
We are sitting here for about an hour, continually going out the front door to check the street to make sure he isn’t sitting out there. Afterall, he did request we email him yesterday, our arrival time, and he did know that I would not have an available european working cell phone.
We eventually give up and decide to track down a place to try and call the number he had left of his girlfriend, in case there was a problem connecting. I sent Lisa on the trail. Approximately 20 minutes later she returned, frustrated with what she just experienced.
She found her way to a tabaccheria where she was rudely shushed out of the store. She tried to offer a clerk 10 euros to make a local call for us. She was ignored and treated very unkindly. She found a calling card for the pay phones, and when she went to use it, she didn’t realize for some time that you have to rip off the corner of the card in order to activate it. She reached the lady and the lady rudely says “youre there now?” No kidding lady, we have been here for 2 hours, at the time we said we would.
10 minutes after Lisa returned, and about 2 hours after we arrived around 1:30 PM, this young high school age man showed up with a grocery bag. He was neither the guy I had rented the apartment from, nor the lady that he said would meet us at our arrival time. He took us into the apartment, showed us around, took out a bottle of shampoo and 4 rolls of toilet from his grocery bag and left them with us, provided the keys, took our money and was on his way.
This place is tiny and not very clean. Granted, it is in a brilliant location just a short walk from the Piazza Navona. But it is much more cramped than I expected. And although we had to pay an extra 40 euro as a “cleaning fee,” it is obvious that it was not fully cleaned after the last visitor. Beds are made, but there are museum receipts on the table, and hair on the bathroom floor, a gross shower mat, mildew in the shower, and a puddle of water (I hope) behind the bidet that has rusty fixtures. There is an open bottle of travel shampoo still in the shower, and a topless can of hairspray on the shelf above the sink. The bathroom and the room are tiny and “cozy.” The downstairs beds/couches smelled like urine and I would later find yellow stains on the sheets.
I thought to myself that maybe this was all just stemming from the bad first impression that the landlord left on me by standing us up, so I let it go for now and we left the apartment to explore.
We walked around, trying to figure out our surroundings. We came across an internet cafe and bought a card and surfed the net, left posts, twitters and checked email to holler back to my parents in Montalcino. We walked to the Piazza Navona and it was much more crowded than I remembered it.
I know, I glorify my previous trip to Europe, and my new memories are shaded by the light and knowledge and experiences of that trip. I am not saying that my new experiences are any less, I am saying that seeing certain things and places bring back memories and experiences of places. What I recall of Piazza Navona was a cool “square” (oval in shape really) that had its cafe’s and its people, but was not overly crowded. And it had this really cool fountain/statue that has become one of my all time favorites.
Well, most of those things still hold true, but now the square if overflowing with people, street performers (boring human statues), and art sellers. It still is cool though.
We grabbed lunch on the corner where they had a pizza, bruscheta, soda special for 12 euros. It was tasty. It was more soupy than the pizza of the north. Yet, it still is not the perfect pizza. I tend to like to explore, or get lost, or some might say “wander aimlessly.” I like to take in the sights, the smells, the people, the scenery. I like to get a lay of the land and then figure out what to come back to. Being that I don’t often have a plan per se, I think can be frustrating to Lisa. I have been trying to be more vocal with what direction my mind is thinking. We start to head towards the Pantheon, since its not very far from this piazza.
The Pantheon is crowded outside–its another really cool open square with cafe’s–but we make our way thru the people and enter into the building, which isn’t too crowded inside. This is a really cool building with an oculus that lets in rays of sun, and in wet days, rain as well. It holds the tomb of Raphael and is a really cool temperature which is welcoming on this hot and muggy day. I think its one of my favorite things in Rome. It has a ton of history too and is built with great geometric precision. Its a building that has inspired many great buildings and domes around Europe.
It seems that we are now hitting everything. We walk towards the Trevi Fountian. This too has become much different than I remembered it. It must just be my memory of it, but I was completely dissappointed in it. I remember it being right on the edge of the road, and less confined, and more at an angle. I don’t know why I am so struck by this, but I’m really flabergasted. “I always thought the Rockies would be a lot, rockier.” Oh well, its still a beautiful statue that harbors many emotions for everyone that visits.
We stayed their briefly, catching our glimpse, our pictures, and our dissappointments, and then followed the signs that led to the spanish steps. Now I have never been to the spanish steps, so this will be brand new. It was a long hot walk and my body is really feeling gross and sweaty. The spanish steps aren’t very easy to find, even with a map–at least the first time. After walking these crowded streets, we found these crowded steps and did the italian thing and lounged on them for about 10 minutes. I could do this everyday. Sit here and just people watch. There are really hoards of people here. It’s about 7:00 PM and its sunny, hot, sweaty and crowded. It hasn’t been the most pleasant of days, but the things we have seen have been ridiculously amazing and fun. What a day.
Now it was the best time of day, and also a frustrating time of day. I have loved and looked forward to our dinners every day. Meals have been my best and most enjoyable aspect of this day to day travelling. Some nights we go off of a recommendation in the Rick Steeve’s book, and other times we just walk and check menu’s. It seems that every few feet there is another restraunt. The trick has been trying to find ones that do not look like tourist traps, serving microwaved food. Sometimes we have been succesful at this, and other times we have not.
The frustrating aspect has been that I am often looking for, in a restraunt, the perfect balance between sights, food, price and atmosphere. Too many times a restraunt is lacking one of those qualities, so I say we just continue walking and look for the next one. The downside of this is that it leads to about an hour more of walking, getting lost, and getting tired. Tonight is another occasion of that.
Before These Crowded Streets
We settled on a place to eat, and sat down. Now a couple days of ago when we went on that cool winery tour with Ceylan (Jay), she mentioned how she was coming to Rome, and we offered to meet up for dinner. Well we didn’t ever connect after that and so we were on our own. Now, tonight we are eating on this back alley of restraunts, dark, on the patio, and guess who walks by. Yep, Jay. In a big city like Rome, with all of the great resteraunts and locations, we happen to run into the one person that we know is going to be in the city. We shared salutations and then she went on her way and we finished our meal.
With our belly’s refreshed, and some wine in our system, we decide to try and walk towards St. Peter’s so that we can see it all lit up at night. It is late though. And we have exhausted our patience, and our legs. We got lost trying to get there, and decided to stop at one of the bridges to cross the river, but instead take a few long distance pictures and head home. It has been a long day, full of difficult times, and exciting sites.
These items that we are seeing are beyond belief. Are we really here? Sadly, is this trip almost over? How remarkable is the check list of things we have seen and done today?
We find our way home, and I have to shower off all the grossness. I am even more grossed out by the shower and bathroom here. I must block it out and fall asleep. It is really hot here.
Started the morning the same way most mornings here in Montalcino would start for me, and that was downstairs at the winebar/internet cafe. It is such a great convenience having it just outside the front door. Almost as convenient as having it inside the apartment, but with better coffe.
could see the pride in both of my parents faces as they discussed this church, its sinking, the art that was hanging, and the statue of peter that was here.
We arrived and we walked amongst the grape vines as she told us some of the history of the winery and some of the patterns of growth. She told us about 
She also told us about pinching the grapes and how they do not want too many grapes growing on any particular vine because then all the energy of the vine is spread out through larger numbers, rather than focusing all its strength and flavors on a smaller number of grapes. We walked up and down some vines, pinching the vines. 
We then went into the barrel rooms where we were gonna taste some of the wines that were in the middle of the aging process as well as some fresh wines.
It was a great experience and I really enjoyed the first hand tour and imparted knowledge.
