When Bunny found out we were going to Rome, the first thing she said was, "I want to see the church with the drawings on the ceiling!" When Wallie found out we were going to Rome, the first thing she said was, "I'm going to eat 100 pieces of prosciutto!" (They really couldn't be more different, could they?) And here she is, as we arrive at the salumeria, about to make a dent in that hundred:
We'll get to the Sistine Chapel, Bunny. Promise.
The girls have been having a wonderful time. Rome—and places like the forum—inspires the imagination and they can't stop chattering about what ancient times must have been like.
Wallie loves taking pictures of everything. She focuses on the things that I miss, like the fact that the top of the thin structure behind her is covered with coins. Here she is showing Bunny her photos.
Three days in, they are pretty annoyed with me for constantly taking pictures (Wallie's face in the photo below says it all), but I can't help it. Even if they don't remember everything about this trip, they will know they were there.
P.S. We threw quarters into the Fontana di Trevi—cheaper than Euro!
The girls on a pretty Roman street.
In any case, I know they will remember the delicious food:
Antipasti at my aunt's house (Bunny is named after her). We had mortadella, salami, and prosciutto, along with fresh favas and two kinds of pecorino. And icy cold prosecco, of course!
So many delicious things at an Italian deli! When I die, just put my ashes in a little container and set me on the shelf. That's my idea of heaven.
Spaghetti with clams. Mmmmmmmmmmm! Buona!