A 37 day imaginary travelogue of a trip to Rome (with a few scattered other places such as New York). This is written to match the journey I am actually taking, and so each post is concurrent with the more or less actual day my wife and I are experiencing in Rome.
What day number are we on?:11
Level of writer's drunkenness (in real life, scale of 1-10): back down to two maybe? If you were hoping to see a hilarious escalation of drunkenness, alas, I have paced it all too slowly and find myself more tired than drunk now, even though my bottle of lemoncello is shockingly low. Still, don't give up the fight. I have another full shot glass at hand.
What am I eating (in real life again)?: just fried some tempeh in lime and olive oil and salt. Then I scooped some long cooking Ratatouille over it and fried some more. Then I ate it. Now I'm back downstairs with no food.
Map or picture?:
Any other notes/Status: I am resigned to continuing to work on this travelogue later, in disparate places, in the last 12 days before this trip, probably some of that time at work, because there are so many days to this trip and so many post to write. I am also struck by how voluminous these preliminary notes are and wish there was some way to get blog post credit for them.
It was a day with me in charge of activities and I was so excited that it was finally something less than warm out that I took us to a bike rental place. I was really excited about getting an electric bike, which I did, we both did. It's biking, but easier! The trafficy city was a bit much to take, and the lovely, personable black cobblestone streets aren't exactly bike friendly, unless you're fanatically fond of the magic fingers feature on motel beds of the seventies (or do they still have those?).
Mostly along the Tiber River, albeit with some awkward detours, we made it over to the Centrale Montemartini, a museum in an old power plant filled with Roman Statues. I was sold. I liked all the Metropolis Power Plant stuff from the twenties as much as the statues, which were the "B" statues from the Capitoline Museums (Which means they were about equal with say, the best of the U.S., like the Getty in L.A.).
We also made it down to the Il Gelato di Claudio Torce, one of the two or three gelato places I was most interested in. I had the gorgonzola gelato. No, seriously, they do savory gelato. It was all a bit Willy Wonka. Should you have pancetta and mint gelato? You think you're not interested, but you are wrong.