A quiet Sunday in Rome. We didn’t even venture out until late afternoon to get the necessary fresh oranges for next morning’s juice.
We haven’t said anything to each other yet but I know Steve and I are both feeling sad that our days here are slowly slipping away. It seems incredible to me that over two months have passed and that in less than a month Steve will back in Philadelphia and me soon after. I’m already making mental notes as to what I need to do and see before I leave: Must go back to the Borghese Gallery, visit the Vatican Museum, take a trip out to Ostia Antica, visit Augustus’ house on the Palatine, eat a fried artichoke at Piperno, etc. The list grows longer as the time gets shorter.
But of course the whole point of this experience is not what we see and do but how we live here everyday, finding a natural rhythm to our life here, feeling comfortable and at home at Vicolo del Cedro 12.
About Me
- Ellen home and away
- This is what my mother taught me: Be a passionate advocate for your family. Have strong opinions and don't be afraid to express them. Always be open to learning new things.
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