Nine hours of torture on an airplane and I am back in Philly where the weather sucks!
My last day in Rome was spent in classic fashion-- workout with Aramis and then walking, walking, walking from Trastevere up to Piazza del Popolo and then back again. I stopped at our favorite wine bar for my daily end of the day ritual of a glass of prosecco. I was the only one there at 7 pm so I had a chance to talk at length with Fulvia, the bartender. It turns out her dream is to make beer!
After dinner--spaghetti con vongole--with Christine, I head home across the Ponte Sisto for the last time. There is a crescent moon in a sapphire sky and a party in the the streets of Trastevere. Arriverderci Roma.
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.
1 comment:
Without intent came upon these musings of yours.........did not realize they existed......seems like a millenium ago and it was. 2008; long BEFORE both our lives changed drastically. Wonderful kaleidoscope Ellen, you shouldn't even think about giving up this blog.........you should be thinking of expanding it. xo
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