I wrote most of this post in Rome, and finished it just now home in Germany. I've placed all the phtos at the end cuz there are so many. This is a very long post with only a few mentions of horses.
The reason we were
able to come to Rome was my man has an acquaintance with an apartment
here that has been offered to us a long time, and we finally
accepted.
I never wanted to come to
Italy. I never saw nor heard anything about Italy that make me want
to come, and I'm no Europhile. But I do want to see as many nations
as possible, and I've been very bad at this cuz Baasha ruled my life
and vacations are usually spent going home to see family.
The thing is, if you live
in Europe, you've already seen fantastic castles and cathedrals and
massive forts and citadels and wonderful cemeteries. I need more than that.
Here I sit in this interesting apartment. I hear my man sitting in the living room watching a
channel that plays music videos from the 70s and 80s all day. (The
Cure, Depeche, and A-Ha last night). I say odd because it's not been
lived in since the 90s, except as a “camping place” perhaps. The
calendar says 1999, none of the clocks work, and half the lights
don't go on. There's no heat, but thankfully it's 18C out and that's
warm enough for me. It is so strange to walk outside and have no
temperature change, after snowy, icy, winter-ekzema Germany. Cacti
and aloe grow outside, and we get gusts of wind that carry the strong
scent of blooming trees and bushes. Nothing is growing in Germany
yet, so it's really nice.
There are many shelves of
books, all German or Italian, and two in English. One was Charlie and
the Chocolate factory, and my man and I both read it yesterday.
I thought it was funny, as
he read it, I asked, “Well? Do you like it?” and he answered, “It
reads like one of Aarene's stories.” Then when it was my turn to
read it, I knew exactly what he meant. The author talks right to you
like Aarene does. My man had never heard of Charlie and the Chocolate
Factory, so I thought it was important that he read it. As a
schoolteacher, he loved it. Strangely, the same parts disturbed me as
when I was 10. Mr Wonka is so callous.
It's become a theme of our
visit to Rome. “Get me that squirrel. I want one!” And today,
“See that ancient wall? I want one in front of my house! Get me
one!”
Then I found a collection of Oscar Wilde in German and read one to my man. Wow, depressing, Morrissey was right.
Then I found a collection of Oscar Wilde in German and read one to my man. Wow, depressing, Morrissey was right.
Today I looked out
my bathroom window to the neighboring building's 2nd
floor deck where I saw their ping pong table, lemon tree, garden
hose, and a big cardboard box labeled, “FRAGILE.” I snickered and
ran for the camera. I asked my man if he would recognize which movie
it's from but he just recalls the boy's tongue stuck to the
flagpole. I like how they have the same idea as the Australians, with their "screen doors." They have security doors of iron grid that can be locked so you can leave your house door open at night. I want one! Germany has no screen doors of any kind.
The water was terrible. The tourguide said it is the cleanest in the world, but I really doubt that. Different from Germany: public drinking fountains! Just like my home. I couldn't drink the bottled water either, it was so full of kalk (? hard water) our watter kettle was solid white with a chalky layer that chipped, you had to scrub the sink to keep white dots from calcifying for eternity, and it burned my eyes in the shower.
Also different from Germany, the people are much more likely to laugh. At the airport, a deli worker spilled a complete dish of spinach and burst out laughing, as I would have done. Our "taxi" driver laughed the whole journey. It was very nice to see happy relaxed people - the locals. Also they tend to be shorter than Germans. I saw many ladies shorter than me.
I'm a little tired of tourists pushing on me. As an American I always give people their space bubble, but that just doesn't work here.
The water was terrible. The tourguide said it is the cleanest in the world, but I really doubt that. Different from Germany: public drinking fountains! Just like my home. I couldn't drink the bottled water either, it was so full of kalk (? hard water) our watter kettle was solid white with a chalky layer that chipped, you had to scrub the sink to keep white dots from calcifying for eternity, and it burned my eyes in the shower.
Also different from Germany, the people are much more likely to laugh. At the airport, a deli worker spilled a complete dish of spinach and burst out laughing, as I would have done. Our "taxi" driver laughed the whole journey. It was very nice to see happy relaxed people - the locals. Also they tend to be shorter than Germans. I saw many ladies shorter than me.
I'm a little tired of tourists pushing on me. As an American I always give people their space bubble, but that just doesn't work here.
What is funny is being
around all these tourists, and a few are German, and they think they
can just talk around us and we don't understand. It's so fun to just
listen to them complain about the Romans, the city, the traffic. Of course they can do the same and listen to us so it's fair.
Oh, the traffic. I've learned how to 1. follow the nuns and 2. stare
down cars so they don't run us down in crosswalks. I couldn't believe
it when I saw the horses doing the same, boldly pressing through
crowds as the carriage drivers commanded. I think they have nerves of
steel. I watched a bay with overlong but oiled hooves glance all
around, cotton in his ears as a little mercy. It is NOISY here. The
subways are screaming loud and when I ride I plug my ears. We're
near a hospital so we hear ambulance sirens about hourly. Apparently
there are no noise-laws cuz the neighbor's dogs bark every day for
hours.
There
was also a grey carriage horse with black legs, mane, and tail. He
was insecure, but stood perfectly still as his buddy with a freeze
brand got a job and moved off. I think it's odd that the drivers sit
back in the customer area of the carriage as they wait for a job. A
little girl gave the grey a snack and he lipped her fingers. A boy
walked by and touched his face, as if on a dare, and the horse
flipped his nose high in surprise, and the boy cowered in fear.
The
apartment is pretty cool, every little crevice is full of some old
item. It has a widower/bachelor feel because the bathroom drawer has
a hammer inside, and the kitchen has laptop batteries of old, slide
mounts, and screwdrivers.
It's so
odd to be in a place where neither of us speak the language. Same
thing in Belgium. My man and I are almost helpless. However, in
Italy, I don't think they force kids to learn English in school, cuz
we rarely have luck when we ask, “Do you speak English?”
Like when
we needed to buy food, we went down to the bus stop out front and
there was an Italian man waiting there. I held up an empty plastic
grocery sack (cleverly) and said, “We need a store where you buy
food.” He could not speak English but he helped us get on the bus
and then physically took us to the closest grocery store. How nice.
Then we
stared at all the labels and had very little clue what to buy. We
managed: ) I bought salt and eggs and butter and bread, my man got us
some salami and cheese so that we could make sandwiches. I couldn't
resist buying these packages of pesto and some noodles and feta. The
feta here is really good, and that pesto turned out awesome. I don't
even like Italian food, but I'm determined to see how it is here. I
won't be going to a Thai restaurant here in Italy!
We deliberated a long time over which salt to buy, cuz they only
had large amounts and we don't need much for only a week. We decided
on some fancy stuff that comes in a grinder. Then as soon as we got
home and I started cooking, I shut the kitchen door and discovered,
directly behind the kitchen door, was a pantry, with some food,
including salt. Agh! Gianni hadn't shown us the pantry. Gianni didn't
speak German very well, but he was able to show us how to operate the
tricky gas cooking stove, whew: ) I couldn't help but
smile as he showed us around this place, cuz I now can recognize the
sound of an Italian speaking German.
I got a photo of the tiny cups I'd heard exist in Italy and it's true. They do like a miniscule cup of coffee!
I got a photo of the tiny cups I'd heard exist in Italy and it's true. They do like a miniscule cup of coffee!
I bought
the stinkiest Romano cheese ever – it's in the fridge now stinking
everything else up. I was able to find awesome frozen green
asparagus, which is great cuz in Germany they prefer big thick white
asparagus. I'll make cordon bleu later tonight, which seems to
be popular here.
The wine in restaurants was so cheap, a common price was 8E for a half liter (500ml). I was even more surprised to see they take the house wine directly from barrels.
The wine in restaurants was so cheap, a common price was 8E for a half liter (500ml). I was even more surprised to see they take the house wine directly from barrels.
I was
shocked to find horsemeat babyfood.
We saw a
couple Basilikas that inspire you to pray.
Today one smelled like incense, and so, so beautiful and ornate. Some entire families come in and kneel for 5 minutes then leave.
My man wanted to find a geocache outside one basilika and I was annoyed cuz this old Roman guy was begging for money from every single visitor to that church, even the old ladies. I glared and sidestepped and was generally done with the beggars. They are all over Rome, lying at your feet, stretching their arms at you, following you....But then my man came up to me where I sat on this iron railing and he said “Open up our backpack and get the cookies out.” I said, “Huh?” and he said, “He's hungry. He said 'mange' and pointed to his mouth – he wants food, not just money."
I jumped up, opened the bag, grabbed the package of cookies and handed them to my man. I then saw my package of emergency pepperoni sticks that I'd brought from Germany. I shoved them at the guy. He stuffed them into his pocket, and was happy to take a cookie from my man. Then he walked over the rail and sat down, and started eating the cookie. I was stunned. He was just hungry?
We're
pretty good at the trains here now, I just keep a hand on my purse
the entire time, especially when we're packed in like sardines and 4
people's bodies touch mine the entire trip. Ugh. Right now I could
use some moments alone in a field of nothing but quiet. Sadly, that
is not to be found here.
At
every train station as you emerge, enter, and even, following you
down the street, are dark-skinned people selling umbrellas cheap.
Cheap umbrellas, for this fickle weather. We walked along with rain
all over our glasses, and faces, the wind blowing the rain at us
sideways, despite the warm temperatures, and I finally said, OK YES
I'll buy one. But when they wanted 5Euros for one craptastic
single-use umbrella, I said “No.”
Then I
dug in my wallet and found 2.50E and said, “That.” The (Indian?)
guy said, “No!” I walked away but then he changed his mind and I
got myself a crappy purple umbrella, which of course,
made the sun come out as we approached the Colosseum.
The Colosseum looked just like I expected. Honestly, after all the pretty churches, pretty marble figures, ornate so and so, I prefer the ruins. I know, it's cuz I live in Europe, that extravagantly carved palaces do not intrigue me as much.
A guard
blew his whistle at every single tourist who stepped foot up on the
stair to the big black iron gate at this palace, which I found
ludicrous. Just ...for pityssake, move the freaking gate to the point
where you don't want tourists to step foot with their cameras,
instead of employing 2 men fulltime to back people down the 2 steps
in front of the gate. Those poor fellows with the useless jobs.
There were guards stationed outside the Government palace. We even saw the changing of the guard! Then the military band came out and played, while the two regiments marched and showed their synchronization skills to the crowd.
We went
to a Roman bath/cemetery and I found a cat to pet. A family of
baseball-hat wearing Americans was being loud. Everywhere they go,
Americans are loud. Also, you can always spot Americans by their looser jeans (boot cut, not skinny/painted on jeans), and white tennis shoes! Also I'm learning to spot American hairstyles too, women's.
In
Germany, young people try to emulate Americans with their Converse,
Nikes, Levis and baseball hats. But here, in Italy, it seems like
the baseball hat has not yet arrived.. Hm.
The cops drive little blue Fiats, which I found funny, and apparently if you've got seniority, you get one of the Alfa Romeos.
I didn't see a single clean car the entire time. Many had scratches along the sides where they side swipe each other. The gas stations were odd - little booth like things right along the road, where you do not even leave the street to tank. Diesel was 1,70E per liter.
The cops drive little blue Fiats, which I found funny, and apparently if you've got seniority, you get one of the Alfa Romeos.
I didn't see a single clean car the entire time. Many had scratches along the sides where they side swipe each other. The gas stations were odd - little booth like things right along the road, where you do not even leave the street to tank. Diesel was 1,70E per liter.
Can you
believe there is a 9-11 memorial in Rome? A geocache brought us to
it. In the middle of a traffic circle, a nerve-racking thing (there
are no lines for the lanes, cars just force their way where they want
to go). Two long towers, you'll see in the photo.
We kept passing through a station called Bologne and I kept singing the 2 Oscar Meyer songs I know from my childhood. My man expected the song everytime we passed through. They seem to pronounce it "Bolonia."
The buildings matched in their Mediterranean coloring. Terra Cotta looks great in Rome, with palm trees everywhere. I didn't like the garbage in the streets, and no one would be able to navigate a wheelchair in Rome, the sidewalks were full of holes and loose stones. Different than Germany: air conditioners on all the windows! Even in the busses, and restaurants! Wow. They are a poor people, but they don't mess around with summer heat. The reason there was so much trash - they give away plastic sacks in grocery stores for free, and they do not enforce recycling nor returning of bottles, so bottles were often seen lying around. We get 25 cents per bottle in Germany so we always take them back.
We kept passing through a station called Bologne and I kept singing the 2 Oscar Meyer songs I know from my childhood. My man expected the song everytime we passed through. They seem to pronounce it "Bolonia."
The buildings matched in their Mediterranean coloring. Terra Cotta looks great in Rome, with palm trees everywhere. I didn't like the garbage in the streets, and no one would be able to navigate a wheelchair in Rome, the sidewalks were full of holes and loose stones. Different than Germany: air conditioners on all the windows! Even in the busses, and restaurants! Wow. They are a poor people, but they don't mess around with summer heat. The reason there was so much trash - they give away plastic sacks in grocery stores for free, and they do not enforce recycling nor returning of bottles, so bottles were often seen lying around. We get 25 cents per bottle in Germany so we always take them back.
Next to the ruins is a huge oval of beige gravel dug deep into the hillside, where apparently they held horse races. I scuffed my foot into the gravel and wondered if they had different footing when actual horses raced here. My man said that 300,000 people watched those horse races, where today, a group of Japanese tourists ate their lunches on the gravel, and some locals let their chihuauas run on the track.
There are orange trees everywhere, and I wondered if people ate them, until I saw that the lower branches were always empty, and that peels lined the curbs of the streets.
I ate
Italian pizza! It is really great. I'm so sick of cracker pizza
crust. Well, my first pizza here was a “4 cheese” and it was
stinky and slimy and awesome and the crust was ….for me....even,
edible!” It was like fine Naan. Crispy outside, chewy inside. That
was it.
Then I
fell in love with the Italian sausage (called Salsiccia) and learned
how to make it, and then the same thing with eggplant parmesan.
You probably will wonder why there's a picture of parrots. Rome also has flocks of feral parrots, just like Cologne. I'm sure Rome's parrots are happier than Cologne's though - it's snowing in Germany today.
Vatican City. I wanted to see this because I know everyone would ask, it's Rome's biggest attraction. The world's second largest museum, it has the world's largest collection. It contains the Sistine Chapel with the famous Michelanglo roof, several Rafael painted rooms, and a long tapestry corridor with tapestries of Bible scenes, and then tapestries of maps made in 1500 or so before satellites, and yet accurate. Vatican city is its own country, actually, and you have to go through a security check to get in. They have their own police, post office, and language - the only country using latin. Our tourguide was great, he would hold up his umbrella so we could always find him. He spoke into a little mic and we had headsets so we could all hear him despite the place being filled with tens of thousands of tourists.
You probably will wonder why there's a picture of parrots. Rome also has flocks of feral parrots, just like Cologne. I'm sure Rome's parrots are happier than Cologne's though - it's snowing in Germany today.
Vatican City. I wanted to see this because I know everyone would ask, it's Rome's biggest attraction. The world's second largest museum, it has the world's largest collection. It contains the Sistine Chapel with the famous Michelanglo roof, several Rafael painted rooms, and a long tapestry corridor with tapestries of Bible scenes, and then tapestries of maps made in 1500 or so before satellites, and yet accurate. Vatican city is its own country, actually, and you have to go through a security check to get in. They have their own police, post office, and language - the only country using latin. Our tourguide was great, he would hold up his umbrella so we could always find him. He spoke into a little mic and we had headsets so we could all hear him despite the place being filled with tens of thousands of tourists.
Our host
came on our final day to show us around. It was quite an experience
to be with her in her car as she pressed through traffic, and at one
point she turned on the CD player and blasted our ears out with
Italian opera. It fit the raging traffic quite well. It's like NY –
cars fighting, ignoring signals, and pedestrians being run down in
crosswalks. Also, the locals walk in the streets, cuz tourists take
up the sidewalks.
She told us that the mafia gets poor, handicapped people from other countries, somehow gets them into Italy and then takes a portion of what they earn from begging every day. They tell the poor people where to sit in Rome, give them a paper cup, and let them keep enough to survive on. It's a good deal for both of them, except most of it goes to the mafia.
She told us that the mafia gets poor, handicapped people from other countries, somehow gets them into Italy and then takes a portion of what they earn from begging every day. They tell the poor people where to sit in Rome, give them a paper cup, and let them keep enough to survive on. It's a good deal for both of them, except most of it goes to the mafia.
Our host
was so much fun – she laughs a lot (an Italian thing) and calls us
children. Like, “Children, get out of the car and go look at that
statue!” (She speaks German to us.) She took us to a park and another viewpoint and picked a
bayleaf for me off a bush. I loved it when a beggar came to the car
and tapped the glass and she yelled at him in Italian. She said
she'll give to the beggars, but not when they put their hands on her
car. Later she did give coins to a guy who helped us park at a
grocery store. The parking lot was so tiny, you really do need help
to park there.
On the
way to the airport I enjoyed the flowering trees, red poppies, and
fragrant air for the last time. Every day I said “When we get home
it will be green. When we get home the trees will have tiny leaves.
When we get home there will be daffodils.” But no. I almost cried
when the plane landed and the trees were black and bare, the ground
was grey, and there were still dirty patches of snow.
It's
still below freezing at night, and barely above freezing during the
day. We had seven days of Spring at latitude 41. Here at 51, we're
still waiting.
And it's
so quiet at night we cannot sleep!
A few more notes about some of the photos below.....
We had a few near misses with the pope, you can see from some photos what kind of a crowd he draws. In one photo you can see the line to get in to the Vatican's basilika, the line goes along the circular courtyard. By the time we got down from the cupola (552 steps, oh my poor legs!), the line was twice as long. Unbelievable. Yah, going to Rome over Easter is not the hottest idea. All those flowers were for his Easter Sunday appearance.
Our apartment is the yellow one on the 2nd floor with 3 baconies.
Can you guess which photos I was forbidden to take? I knew I had to try and I got yelled at immediately by a guard. The Sistine Chapel is a place of "NO TALKING, NO PHOTOS!" and you cannot wear shorts or tank tops in there.
I also got a kick out of the Mr Clean in Italy. It is also amusing to me that in Germany, my Mr Clean is called Meister Proper.
Here are some Youtube vids I made from our trip. I had to record an ambulance cuz we were so accustomed to them by the time we left, and a pretty horse in a hurry to follow his buddies - I believe they were done for the day and very motivated.
A few more notes about some of the photos below.....
We had a few near misses with the pope, you can see from some photos what kind of a crowd he draws. In one photo you can see the line to get in to the Vatican's basilika, the line goes along the circular courtyard. By the time we got down from the cupola (552 steps, oh my poor legs!), the line was twice as long. Unbelievable. Yah, going to Rome over Easter is not the hottest idea. All those flowers were for his Easter Sunday appearance.
Our apartment is the yellow one on the 2nd floor with 3 baconies.
Can you guess which photos I was forbidden to take? I knew I had to try and I got yelled at immediately by a guard. The Sistine Chapel is a place of "NO TALKING, NO PHOTOS!" and you cannot wear shorts or tank tops in there.
I also got a kick out of the Mr Clean in Italy. It is also amusing to me that in Germany, my Mr Clean is called Meister Proper.
Here are some Youtube vids I made from our trip. I had to record an ambulance cuz we were so accustomed to them by the time we left, and a pretty horse in a hurry to follow his buddies - I believe they were done for the day and very motivated.
9 comments:
Wow! What an amazing trip!
I was just saying on another blog that I sometimes envy her access to cultural events (Vancouver, BC) but really value the quiet and isolation here on the farm. I've never had the inclination to travel to Europe, and would definitely find that busy city overwhelming (and my husband would not have lasted a day!), but thank you for your tour.
(Glad you're back!)
OH Wow!! loved your descriptions! and beautiful pictures! So cool to see how different people live. Would be very nerve wracking! And we think traffic is getting bad here! HA! Your beautiful NW is blooming and green!! Still wet too! LOL
That movie trailer kind of reminded me of the newer Flicka movie.
Hang in there! You will not be horseless forever!
Amazing! Thank you for taking those pictures and sharing them with us. I wish I could go!
Fun trip, but uggh, gross babyfood.... I enjoyed the pics you shared...:)
The hubby was in Italy on a TDY in95,( our second year of marriage)
He came to be known as "Mario" for his driving... He was not happy with his spaghetti experience..he just wanted spaghetti, marinara sauce, no meat etc...what he got was spaghetti, marinara and squid! Needless to say he didn't eat that.
Tara
Oh, so wonderful!!!!! I've told you this many times before, but I LOVE Europe. What a wonderful trip. I loved your narrative and the photos were so much fun to look at.
The hustle and bustle of Rome would probably have worn me out after a few days. While I LOVE to travel, i need at least SOME peace and quiet. We've traveled to many large cities (London, Lima, Seattle, Glasgow, Edinburgh, Madrid, Barcelona, and others) and always tire of them after a few days. Sirens are one noise I can do without!
I am so glad to see you back online. Please share more of your journey with us. You have such a unique story to tell, and I know many other people enjoy hearing it as much as I do.
Thank you so much for taking the time to share all that - in words and photos! I love your insight into foreign lands. I share it all with Maizie and Brian as we linger over our Sunday morning coffees here in provincial Pennsylvania! We loved it all!
I Took The Time To Look Over The Photos Firstly. Glad I Did...Cause I Had Questions, Immediately Answered.
Fabulous Trip. Neat Apt. Funny-The Pantry After The Fact. Don't Us Love Cooking While On Vacation, It's More Fun, Easier And Tastes Great.
Wonka Was Mean.Glad It Was There In English. I'm With You Too, On Loving The Ruins More.
Bet All That Noise Made You WantTo Take A Nap In One Of Your Fields When Ya Got Home. At Least I Saw One Horse With A Earplug Crochet.
I Did Cringe, When I Saw The FoodLabel, Once With Cow,
One Horse.
The Naan Like Pizza Sounded, Looked Fantastic....Your Photos And Descriptions Of All, Loved It.
I'm Glad You Did It, And Are Home.
Xxxx
Kac
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMFAXdRcPGk&feature=share
HI! I dont know where this is in Germany! Cuz the ad is in German LOL But, my point is.... Mark Bolender is a local guy! (Washington) His place is in Silver Creek, right by Lake Mayfield! http://www.bolenderhorsepark.com/
He is building trail courses all over now! So cool! Him and his SO are the best people to, so nice when you talk with them!!
Had to share with you.
what fun!
I spent a day once or twice in Rome while passing through, and I enjoyed it. I mostly just wander around and around and around aimlessly.
Horsemeat babyfood - AAAAHHHHHH!
- The Equestrian Vagabond
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