Rome was definitely my favorite part of break. I stayed with cousins who I have not seen since I was eleven, and I also spent some time with a relative whom I had never met before. She speaks only Italian, so it was pretty interesting to try and communicate with her. I could follow almost everything she said, but I can’t speak it for the life of me (unless you count a mixture of Spanish and bits and pieces of Sicilian dialect that I picked up from my nonna as a kid). But I got by, even though it was kind of embarrassing. My six-year-old cousin Dario and I tried to teach each other words in each other’s languages, which was pretty fun (although he was not pleased with me when I forgot how to say the Italian word for ladybug (cuccinella, by the way)). Before meeting him, I don’t think I’ve ever encountered a child who speaks Italian; it was too cute. Anyway, it was so nice to be there. I still find it hard to believe that my family lives four blocks from the Colosseum. As my cousin Grace puts it, it’s her son’s playground; his elementary school is across the street.
View from the living room window
La Fontana di Trevi… an attempt at something different. Did it work? I don’t know.
Piccioni sui Scalinata della Trinità dei Monti (Pigeons on the Spanish steps… no idea if that sentence made any sense)
Chestnuts being sold on street corners… didn’t buy any, but I love the idea.
My cousin Maria and I :]
Courtyard at the Vatican Museum
Roman statue in the museum
La Cappella Sistina
Fabio and Dario :]
Love this kid.
Protests on Saturday
To give you an idea of how many people were there (Taken from the Palatino)
I want to go back!!!