Last night with the girls. Abby, Asha and Sanaya are still here. Liz left this morning. A truly lazy day…at least for me. I putter around the house doing laundry after Liz’ s departure and then meet up with the rest of the crew. We have a long, long lunch at a little red checkered table cloth restaurant in Trastevere where Steve and I have gone several times before. It’s more crowded than we’ve ever seen it—Sunday lunch is a big deal in Rome. By the time we leave, it’s almost 4 o’clock and time for a nap.
I swear I will never eat again or least not for 24 hours but somehow dinnertime rolls around and everyone’s thoughts drift towards pizza. Steve is “starving” of course so some time after 9 we head off to our local pizza place fueled by a bottle of incredible Ornellaia wine we’ve downed accompanied by cheese and olives. When we are told that the wait will be an ora minimo, I have the inspiration—let's porta a via.
Fifteen minutes later, we are in the dining room of Vicolo del Cedro eating three incredible thin crusted pizzas and drinking the second bottle of Ornellaia.
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