Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Roma!
I sit in an internet cafe with a long wall mirror which is decorated with scrunched al-foil around the edges. This compliments nicely my recent obsession with the mighty glad-bag when packing for overseas excursions, it has become my best friend.
This morning at breakfast the man at the next table let out a mighty deep growl. A sigh of satisfaction. You see the pastries are so good in Rome that you can't help but be at peace with your surroundings as you down a caffe and cornetto.
The jet lag sends me into deep sleep between 5pm and 9pm, then able to enjoy a late night leisurely dinner of pasta or pizza with a quarter litre of house wine (ie. alcoholic ribena).
The weater is crisp. The Colosseum is large. The pizza is good. The tourists must be avoided at all costs. Pity I am one. The coffee is best where you see the policemen drinking it.
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