This post might be a little overdue, but I gots thangs going on! MV, Sissy, and I recently returned from our latest trip to Rome, where we had the most fabulous time. Although things got off to a rocky start (I locked myself in a bathroom at Fiumicino Airport and then almost passed out at baggage claim), we were able to rally right away to enjoy the rest of our vacation.
This was to be a slightly different trip than we had ever experienced. We actually stayed at a friend's apartment in Monteverde which is a little outside of Centro Storico. The name of the game was to save money where we could (e.g., accommodations and travel) and splurge on the things that were important, mainly, FOOD. And we did just that. On travel days, I opt out of food and drink all together. I find it better not to test the limits of my body because lord knows, it just not the time. So by about 1pm Rome time, I had about almost a full 24 hours with no food. We went to Trastevere first and I put the most delicious pizza in my mouth. I can't be sure what was on it exactly because I literally stuffed it into my mouth without properly appreciating it, but it was hella-good. Like, life changing good. Or maybe that was just my belly talking.
The trip was a bit of a blur (especially remembering it 2 weeks later) because we packed so much stuff in, but we still did the things that we wanted to and they really revolved around restaurants. Whether it was fiore di zucca and penne alla carbonara in Campo di Fiore, or spaghetti alle vongole and roasted lamb at Trattoria da Luigi, the Volpe gals did not go hungry. We started every morning/afternoon at Al Forno where we had pizza that would consistently make me cry, and ended every day at Giolitti, where I tried to add as many flavors of gelato on a cone as humanly possible. When they asked if I wanted it 'con panna' the obvious answer was yes, but what I really wanted to say was, let me back there and I will bathe in that fresh cream ... smear it all over myself and save it for later. I can't imagine I was the only one to feel this way.
In between all the eating, we even made time for a short trip to Siena, where we had a private tour lady take us all over the city. For one night we splurged on a hotel room. It had a giant whirpool tub and I took a bath for the first time in about 10 years. It was glorious (both the jets and the city), although I have a mental picture burned into my brain of Sissy in the tub with bubbles strategically positioned over her lady parts. Apparently she was 'having trouble washing her hair,' but I think she just wanted to see what my reaction would be to this bizarre request. (For those that are wondering, me washing my older sister's hair was equal parts horror and sick love.)
We met up with friends, and made some new ones, watched endless amounts of Sex and the City, had a shower that was possessed by the devil, and were completely shut off from the real world. A Jo Bro and the girl from Twilight broke up!!! Can you even believe it?!?
It was such a great trip and I am already looking forward to our next one. MV has gotten it in her head that she wants to buy a little apartment in Rome. I am totally pushing her in this direction because I envision myself heading there for a long weekend, or week, or a month, or running away for good and setting up shop. I feel Italy, and Rome in particular, in my bones. It's a place that is so special to me. I almost defy people to say they don't like it. And if they do, then they are clearly not people that I want to know.
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