Wednesday, March 25, 2009

breakfast out

This Morning we went to Rocco’s for breakfast. First she said no, but when she saw I was going she got ready. Didn’t shower because M. wants to paint a three foot section of the shower wall because her sister is coming next week. I bought the paint last week but the shower is always wet cause we shower first thing in the morning.

I wanted to treat her so we took a cab from the big church Chiesa Nuova across the street. First I asked the driver how much because I didn’t want to get ripped off for the ride. He said about seven or ten, he had a meter. The whole way there she and I talked and he kept quiet. I kept an eye on the meter. He did a good job of getting there and was a nice guy. The meter said six-seventy. I gave him ten.

At Rocco’s by the train station I had my usual full breakfast. M. just had two coffee’s. Roberto was coming in later. Claudia was out for the week with the flu. Everybody has had it there. It was her turn. Viola was there. She’s Rocco’s daughter from his first marriage. I went around and talked to everyone. They were all happy to see me. I’m always happy to see them.

Then we walked to a market in the Chinese section beyond Piazza Vittorio so M. could buy edemame beans. At Esquilino market I bought a half kilo of pistachios. For an euro she got a handful each of five different types of good looking fresh lettuce. I had her pick up some tomatoes also, cause I like them.

On the bus ride back the traffic started to slow. Something was going on. It looked like an entourage was heading for a ceremony in the center. When we got to Piazza Venezia our bus was the last vehicle before they closed traffic. M. suggested we get out and take a look. I rolled my eyes but she didn’t see it.

We walked a half minute from the bus stop and watched the King and Queen of Sweden ride in with about thirty motorcycles around their shiny black car. They got out and walked up the steps to place a wreath on the huge Vittorio Emanuele Monument. A military band play the Swedish and Italian Anthems. About five or six kinds of uniformed color guards stood at attention. Some had swords, banners and lances.

The mayor had a ceremony for the visitors at the Campodoglio, another prominent site only a few steps away, but we had enough pomp and boarded another bus for home. We talked a while and waited, watching traffic jammed tight continue to pile up. The heart of Roma had a cardiac arrest, then ten minutes later got better.

Another half day in the eternal city. Now she’ll paint a few stripes in the bath and I’ll write this story.

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