Lola Rosa, here. That's my Italian name.
Before I begin the saga, I apologize for the negative "energy" that may have seeped through some of the previous posts. I am better, now. I had a good meal and I am no longer malnourished. For those of you who know me, you know my hunger pains as well.
Monday night, we tracked down the good ole' Hard Rock, where I inhaled a platter of their "famous fajitas..." followed by a fudge brownie sundae and everyone else's leftovers. Food, glorious, food! After dinner, we decided to head back to the train station, rather than walk around, so that we would not miss the last train out. You know what they say about missing the last train out of Rome. Ok, I'm not sure what they say, but I'm sure it's profound. We made it just in time to MISS the second to last one, so we sat around for an hour in order to grab the 8:30pm. Well, of course, someone would have to try and cross the tracks on that particular Monday. I should not make light of this, it was a tradegy, really. Someone tried to beat the train in their car and collided with it. The driver was killed, so the trains were all delayed due to police procedures. Terrible.
We ended up sitting on the train, waiting, for FOUR hours. Let's just say we made many friends that night. We got to Albano at 1am and had to book it, on foot, through a DOWNPOUR, to the next town, Ariccia, where we are living. The result of this crazy night: funny pictures.
Ok, that was Monday...Tuesday, we had a field trip to two small towns Cerveteri and Tarquinia, two sites of the Etruscan burial sites. What an entertaining day. I can now say that I've spent three hours rummaging around the homes of dead people. sick. It was interesting, yes; and the artwork inside the catacombs were impressive. I enjoyed the day as long as I didn't think about where I was. It is sort of like eating dog liver or something. It tastes like chicken as long as you don't think about what you're eating. Don't worry, I haven't ever and I will never eat dog. Poor Molly. :(
For lunch, I had a great dish of pasta with a white wine sauce, asparagus, and zuchini (sp?). It was delicious. We then visitied a museum...dedicated to more dead people. It was in a beautiful building and had beautiful artifacts on display: jewelry, clay pots, etc...
After a long 8 hour day, we headed home. And then, Heaven opened up to me again and down rained favor. I found CHOCOLATE. Specifically, I found snickers, and m&m's. Oh, glory. I downed that, then I got home and found (in a closet) instant Cheese grits, oatmeal, and granola bars. I LOVE YOU QUAKER OATS MAN! So, for dinner, I had Cheese Grits, popcorn, a granola bar, a snickers bar, a bag of m&m's, two jolly ranchers, and ICE water. It was great. I feel fat. I feel good, nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, I knew that I would now....If I come home round, blame my American food binges.
Gosh, there are many stories I haven't told, but I have to leave the Palace. It's nap time for all of Europe. Good grief. Next time, we will address the shock of seeing old smelly men use the restroom over the train platform on the tracks.
Ciao ciao, bambinos.
forgive the typos. i'll correct them later.
Before I begin the saga, I apologize for the negative "energy" that may have seeped through some of the previous posts. I am better, now. I had a good meal and I am no longer malnourished. For those of you who know me, you know my hunger pains as well.
Monday night, we tracked down the good ole' Hard Rock, where I inhaled a platter of their "famous fajitas..." followed by a fudge brownie sundae and everyone else's leftovers. Food, glorious, food! After dinner, we decided to head back to the train station, rather than walk around, so that we would not miss the last train out. You know what they say about missing the last train out of Rome. Ok, I'm not sure what they say, but I'm sure it's profound. We made it just in time to MISS the second to last one, so we sat around for an hour in order to grab the 8:30pm. Well, of course, someone would have to try and cross the tracks on that particular Monday. I should not make light of this, it was a tradegy, really. Someone tried to beat the train in their car and collided with it. The driver was killed, so the trains were all delayed due to police procedures. Terrible.
We ended up sitting on the train, waiting, for FOUR hours. Let's just say we made many friends that night. We got to Albano at 1am and had to book it, on foot, through a DOWNPOUR, to the next town, Ariccia, where we are living. The result of this crazy night: funny pictures.
Ok, that was Monday...Tuesday, we had a field trip to two small towns Cerveteri and Tarquinia, two sites of the Etruscan burial sites. What an entertaining day. I can now say that I've spent three hours rummaging around the homes of dead people. sick. It was interesting, yes; and the artwork inside the catacombs were impressive. I enjoyed the day as long as I didn't think about where I was. It is sort of like eating dog liver or something. It tastes like chicken as long as you don't think about what you're eating. Don't worry, I haven't ever and I will never eat dog. Poor Molly. :(
For lunch, I had a great dish of pasta with a white wine sauce, asparagus, and zuchini (sp?). It was delicious. We then visitied a museum...dedicated to more dead people. It was in a beautiful building and had beautiful artifacts on display: jewelry, clay pots, etc...
After a long 8 hour day, we headed home. And then, Heaven opened up to me again and down rained favor. I found CHOCOLATE. Specifically, I found snickers, and m&m's. Oh, glory. I downed that, then I got home and found (in a closet) instant Cheese grits, oatmeal, and granola bars. I LOVE YOU QUAKER OATS MAN! So, for dinner, I had Cheese Grits, popcorn, a granola bar, a snickers bar, a bag of m&m's, two jolly ranchers, and ICE water. It was great. I feel fat. I feel good, nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, I knew that I would now....If I come home round, blame my American food binges.
Gosh, there are many stories I haven't told, but I have to leave the Palace. It's nap time for all of Europe. Good grief. Next time, we will address the shock of seeing old smelly men use the restroom over the train platform on the tracks.
Ciao ciao, bambinos.
forgive the typos. i'll correct them later.
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