I know, I know,Vatican Museums and pictures... honestly I've been so busy and I don't think I'll have time to sort everything out here I might just post that stuff when I get home...
So instead, here's a stream-of-consciousness piece I wrote while sitting in Largo Febo contemplating the possibility of dinner...
I'm watching a young woman wobble by in heels and I'm reassured about wearing my dorky Keens even while contemplating the wide-spread availability of cute sandals. I want to buy another dress (yes, another) and a cute pair of sandals, but I'm living on borrowed money as it is. The sales ladies here are not shy and will open the curtain mid-dress to see if everything is "ho-Kay, madama" no matter how many times you assure them it is.
A man with fake Coach bags draped over his arms wanders by and a woman is wearing a lace dress that I'm sure would be very attractive with a slip underneath, except that she's not wearing one and I've just seen more of her upper thigh than I would care to. Another, older, woman walks by with two women who I would like to think are her sisters. They are arguing in American Southern Drawl about which street to take and I'm reminded of how much I wish my sisters were here with me.
I have fallen head over heels for this city! I do not want to leave here, even though the nice waiter at the cafe, who asks me if I am lost because "it has been many times I have walked by" says that one of two months here is nice, but living here is hard. I want to sit and watch the beautiful women with their high heels and cigarettes carry their expensive designer lap dogs in their expensive designer purses. I want to plop down on he cobblestones right in front of a speeding Vespa and lay back and watch the Swifts chase each other through the fiery rays of setting sun, and eat gelato and drink wine forever!
I want to stay in Rome forever!
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Yes, I am aware that this isn't the finest piece of literature. It's really cliche, actually. But that's OK because it's how I feel about Rome. Providing that I had the company of certain people and the luxury of a toilet with a seat, I really think I could stay here for a very long time and be quite happy.
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Yes, I am aware that this isn't the finest piece of literature. It's really cliche, actually. But that's OK because it's how I feel about Rome. Providing that I had the company of certain people and the luxury of a toilet with a seat, I really think I could stay here for a very long time and be quite happy.
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