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Rome in a day…or three Post-a-Day 2011

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So I’m back home with my new little American in tow. I wish we could’ve stayed longer in the Eternal City but as the name implies, it’ll be there for my touring pleasure for a long time to come. Rome with a toddler is not an easy adventure undertake. My daughter has never really been on any kind of road trip, her longest voyage being about 1/2 an hour to a picnic outing in the mountains. Our travel time to Rome was considerably longer and not because it’s that far away but because of the insane amount of traffic within the city itself. To look at a map you can expect to be on the road a little more than 2 hours when driving from my place but it took us 3.5 hours to actually reach our hotel. What makes the city especially difficult to navigate is that there are certain areas where you cannot drive at specific times of day and the signs indicating these areas are usually behind a tree, spray painted, or among a billion other signs all pointing in every direction making it impossible to decipher what it is you’re looking at, let alone compute it all and act accordingly. So my little monkey was pretty uncomfortable in her car seat despite mama’s best efforts at entertainment with books, dolls, blocks, cookies and music making toys galore. Once we arrived to the hotel it was a great relief to be greeted by an extremely friendly staff and an upgrade to one of their largest rooms, gratis. It was pretty smooth sailing from that point. We hit the Spanish Steps but arrived at the top of them and with a stroller there was no use in attempting to go down for a look at the piazza. Museums were out just because I know my daughter can flip her lid at any given moment and who wants to deal with that inside a place like that? We’ve already seen the Coliseum and again, with a stroller it would be impossible to navigate the ruins next to it. So we went to eat! The staff at the restaurant was amazing. Our waiter in particular got smiles from my daughter (no easy task) due to his easy manner and silliness. The food was equally impressive (also a big hit for my little one-salmon linguine!). We called it a night after that and all got a terrible night’s sleep in our beautiful room. Toddler’s, mine anyway, have a hard time adjusting to new environments.

We were up bright and early the next day for our appointment at the Embassy. The wait wasn’t bad and they let me bring the stroller in even though on the website they stated it wouldn’t be allowed. The people were so friendly and very helpful with everything. In fact, the Consul  himself was the happiest person I’ve ever seen at work. He was truly in love with his job and a pleasure to deal with. By some miracle I remembered EVERYTHING I needed to apply for all the various documents for my baby. The process is quite detailed and precise, no room for error. We were there for about an hour total and left in search of pizza.

We were on the road shortly after, bellies full and a new Spongebob snuggled up to my baby (she went crazy over him and Daddy just had to get it). Eva was terrific on the way home, slept the whole way. We got home, unpacked and rested for about 2 seconds before everyone piled in our apartment for a birthday dinner in my honor. I was exhausted but the food was great and a glass (or two) of wine later, I was happy to have the house full.

So our trip was eventful, our return was crowded. Life, it just keeps coming.


About eid2323

I've got a lot to say. I guess that's why most people start a blog, right? They've got thoughts, ideas, gripes, whatever, that they feel they must share with the world. Kind of egotistical, no? I mean, who's really going to read this? Am I so interesting that I can hold your attention over the rest of the world wide web? Strange to think that it could be possible. If you've read this far, you should know a little 'about me' as this portion is titled. Ok so, I live in Central Italy with my husband and daughter. He's an Italian citizen, I'm an American citizen which makes our baby...doomed, as well has a dual citizen. The cultures do more than clash. They kick, bite, and beat the crap out of eachother. You have to have a very worldly outlook to marry someone from another country. People around the world are raised very differently from one another. What's perfectly normal in one area of the world is cause for major concern in another. I stand in front of the fan to cool off when it's August and the heat is insane and the humidity keeps you sticky 24 hours a day. My husband is convinced I've some sort of superhuman powers to not have caught some serious illness by doing this. Sound senseless, it is. Italians are full of ridiculous beliefs that hold no ground outside the land of make-believe and nut-cases. But who am I to tell anyone that the sayings of their great-great-great Aunt Maria are bullshit? So I just listen and nod. Well that brings you a bit up to speed on my current situation, yeah? Ok so, read me blog now kiddies. Toodaloo!

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