rome log
20 minutes until the internet cafe closes = speed blogging
no one should be surprised to hear that our weekend plans were adjusted in order to complete ambrose's sketchbook assignments by monday.
after a week of heavy rome-ing, a large group of us expoited the group rate ticket price for the train down to sperlonga, a small medieval beach town about 120km south of the city. perhaps colleen will write about the actual beach, which was wonderful, uncrowded, clean, and close to warm. but an equally interesting tale is how enough of the world's best prosciutto, provolone, knotted panino bread, and incomparable italian tomatoes to feed over 10 people cost under 20euros. also on the cheap-kick, we discovered that by simply crossing the tiber into trastevere halves the dinner bills and doubles the dinner quantities. major, major score.
speaking of scores, i have no idea who to root for in the world cup. the u.s. is good this year, and could always use more support. italy, which is not good, could use the extra oomph for a few victories, which for me translate into great parties and possibly free alcohol. along the same lines, should we root for spain, seeing as how we may be on the iberian peninsula come finals. seeing as how all of my favorite teams did miserably last world cup, maybe i'll just stay out of it and root for whoever's winning.
architectural highlights of the past week or so for jth:
-pantheon mania, piazza navona mania, spanish steps mania
-a three day walking tour of the roman ruins, from the forum, to the medieval hills, to hadrian's villa, by a man named jan who is so unbelievably brilliant and important an archaeologist that i assuredly should remember his last name, but can't. more on him from collen, maybe. personally, i found the forum incredible, especially with such an insightful tour. and hadrian's villa requires a lifetime itself.
-the trevi fountain is a pretty special place. very theatrical, more like vegas than disney, and certainly over-run by tourists. but if you get lucky, one cool starry night, you just might get to see a naked guy jump in and splash around to the amusement of the small evening crowd of gelati consumers and peroni guzzlers.
we're finding the market of campo di fiore more and more accessible, and therefor the quality of our fruits, vegetables, meats, and cheeses is soaring. we live within a three minute walk of two of the greatest bakeries in all of rome. think about that for a second.
we also live within a two minute walk of this beloved internet cafe, moderately high priced men's clothing stores, and the theater of pompeus, where julius caeser was allegedly knifed by brutus, et al.
the quintissential american student in rome moment so far has been playing very very ugly soccer on the circus maximus for three hours. as the game came to an end, dark storm clouds brewed from the east, and the gods encouraged us to go the heck home with their wicked thunderbolts.
time's up. happy birthday, momma (june 6, i know, i know...).
no one should be surprised to hear that our weekend plans were adjusted in order to complete ambrose's sketchbook assignments by monday.
after a week of heavy rome-ing, a large group of us expoited the group rate ticket price for the train down to sperlonga, a small medieval beach town about 120km south of the city. perhaps colleen will write about the actual beach, which was wonderful, uncrowded, clean, and close to warm. but an equally interesting tale is how enough of the world's best prosciutto, provolone, knotted panino bread, and incomparable italian tomatoes to feed over 10 people cost under 20euros. also on the cheap-kick, we discovered that by simply crossing the tiber into trastevere halves the dinner bills and doubles the dinner quantities. major, major score.
speaking of scores, i have no idea who to root for in the world cup. the u.s. is good this year, and could always use more support. italy, which is not good, could use the extra oomph for a few victories, which for me translate into great parties and possibly free alcohol. along the same lines, should we root for spain, seeing as how we may be on the iberian peninsula come finals. seeing as how all of my favorite teams did miserably last world cup, maybe i'll just stay out of it and root for whoever's winning.
architectural highlights of the past week or so for jth:
-pantheon mania, piazza navona mania, spanish steps mania
-a three day walking tour of the roman ruins, from the forum, to the medieval hills, to hadrian's villa, by a man named jan who is so unbelievably brilliant and important an archaeologist that i assuredly should remember his last name, but can't. more on him from collen, maybe. personally, i found the forum incredible, especially with such an insightful tour. and hadrian's villa requires a lifetime itself.
-the trevi fountain is a pretty special place. very theatrical, more like vegas than disney, and certainly over-run by tourists. but if you get lucky, one cool starry night, you just might get to see a naked guy jump in and splash around to the amusement of the small evening crowd of gelati consumers and peroni guzzlers.
we're finding the market of campo di fiore more and more accessible, and therefor the quality of our fruits, vegetables, meats, and cheeses is soaring. we live within a three minute walk of two of the greatest bakeries in all of rome. think about that for a second.
we also live within a two minute walk of this beloved internet cafe, moderately high priced men's clothing stores, and the theater of pompeus, where julius caeser was allegedly knifed by brutus, et al.
the quintissential american student in rome moment so far has been playing very very ugly soccer on the circus maximus for three hours. as the game came to an end, dark storm clouds brewed from the east, and the gods encouraged us to go the heck home with their wicked thunderbolts.
time's up. happy birthday, momma (june 6, i know, i know...).
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