Every now and then my molto romantico marito surprises me with a gift that is tailor-made … well, for him. As was the case with my latest surprise-two passes to the Masters Tennis Tournament. The up side? The tournament was in Rome.
We compromised on the trip details and decided to close Il Cedro for four days and three nights and head to the city. The Eternal City. In celebration of our fabulous long-weekend his present, I’m sharing the love with you.
This week-all week-we’re talking Rome, baby.
So get ready. These country mice went to the big city. And we have a lot to tell.
Peppe and me in our only couples picture of the weekend
Remember that fabulous 50 buck round-trip flight I told you about between Rome and Calabria? Well it is fab, but unfortunately for us, the only day they don’t fly is on Saturdays. So we train’ed it up-six hours is but a snap in time when you’re going to Rome.
We arrived around 3:00 on a bright, sunny, warm day and headed straight to the Colosseum, where in honor of the April 25 Festa Della Liberazione, tickets were free.
My almost Roman gladiator scaring off the tourists
That evening we met some of our Roman friends-one of whom was actually our first long-term B&B guest-for dinner and drinks. In typical Roman style, we didn’t enter the restaurant until after 10:00 PM and were ushered out around 1:00. The pasta was homemade and smothered with pecorino cheese and truffle sauce, the wine was strong, the atmosphere, eclectic. But don’t get me started now … I’ll get into that later in the week.
The next morning, these two little country Catholics headed to Saint Peter’s Square and were thrilled to discover the canonization of five saints, along with a Latin language mass, being led by the Pope.
See that little yellow dot behind me? Look harder. That’s him!
After strolling around all afternoon, visiting the Spanish steps and window-shopping along Via Condotti, we were thirsty. So we met with the well-liked and wildly-respected NYC/Caribbean Ragazza for an aperitivo-where one hour, turned into two, that turned into four.
The famous NYC/Caribbean Ragazza and I met for drinks
Our final full-day in Rome was dedicated to tennis and if you know anything about the sport, you know the man in the blue hat below is Roger Federer. I didn’t know, but he was quickly pointed out to me by a rush of anxious Italian girls screaming, “Eeey lowve you, Rrroger!” as he welcomed the group in English.
Although our last 18 hours or so in the Eternal City were dampened with dreary rain and almost unbearable humidity, our long weekend was perfect. After all, how many people have the opportunity to spend a few days off in the capital of the Bel Paese-and we weren’t taking that for granted.
Have you been to Rome? What would you do if you only had three nights to spend in the Eternal City?