April 16
I am greeted by my sister, Rhonda, who has moved with her family to Rome for one year. Her eldest daughter, Racquel is attending NYU Tish school in musical theater. Her daughter, Brystal, a Senior in High School at the American Overseas School of Rome, will go to NYU Tish school for film and production this fall. My 10 year old niece Saige can't wait to tell me about her new friends.
My sister lives 7 blocks from the Piazza del Popolo, near the Spanish Steps. She is renting an amazing large apartment, with 12 ft high, carved ceilings, large wood framed windows and shutters, and marble and wood parque floors throughout. We buy food at the local vegetable and fish market.
After a 3 hour nap, my sister and I shop on Via del Corso, and watch all the activity at the Spanish Steps. Her husband, Alan, cooks us a wonderful dinner.
April 17
My sister wakes me at 11am! We work out at the gym, eat delicious leftovers for a late lunch. We go shopping with Brystal for her Senior Prom shoes and belt, walking through the Borghese Park to Via Veneto. I buy very Italian looking, black lizard, comfortable walking shoes which I wear out of the store.
I love the architecture of the old buildings, with the old painted walls, large windows, and stone carvings. I love how the Italians dress, the sound of their language, their love of life. The elegant buildings are are worn with age and filled with history.
April 18
Up at 10am, go to gym with my sister, and have lunch at Casina Valadier restaurant in the Borghese Park overlooking the city skyline. Yesterday, a bank ATM machine charged my account but did not give me any money. My credit card company said they can't cancel the charge until it is posted in 48 hours and I have to call back then. The local bank said they only check the machine on Mondays and I will have to come back. My sisters' experience in dealing with the buracracy in Italy is, everything is "not possible".
After eating the vegetable soup Rhonda and I made for dinner, I take my niece, Saige, for pizza at her favorite restaurant. We then meet my sister and Brystal on Via del Corso, walk past the Pantheon to Piazza de Santa Maria for gellato at Blue Ice.
April 19
I exercise, then walk with my sister through Piazza del Popolo where there is a talent show, continue up to the Borghese Park, and down the Spanish Steps, and back on Via Babuino. We spend much of the day preparing for the Passover Seder at my sisters home tonight and his parents, to celebrate with us.
I am greeted by my sister, Rhonda, who has moved with her family to Rome for one year. Her eldest daughter, Racquel is attending NYU Tish school in musical theater. Her daughter, Brystal, a Senior in High School at the American Overseas School of Rome, will go to NYU Tish school for film and production this fall. My 10 year old niece Saige can't wait to tell me about her new friends.
My sister lives 7 blocks from the Piazza del Popolo, near the Spanish Steps. She is renting an amazing large apartment, with 12 ft high, carved ceilings, large wood framed windows and shutters, and marble and wood parque floors throughout. We buy food at the local vegetable and fish market.
After a 3 hour nap, my sister and I shop on Via del Corso, and watch all the activity at the Spanish Steps. Her husband, Alan, cooks us a wonderful dinner.
April 17
My sister wakes me at 11am! We work out at the gym, eat delicious leftovers for a late lunch. We go shopping with Brystal for her Senior Prom shoes and belt, walking through the Borghese Park to Via Veneto. I buy very Italian looking, black lizard, comfortable walking shoes which I wear out of the store.
I love the architecture of the old buildings, with the old painted walls, large windows, and stone carvings. I love how the Italians dress, the sound of their language, their love of life. The elegant buildings are are worn with age and filled with history.
April 18
Up at 10am, go to gym with my sister, and have lunch at Casina Valadier restaurant in the Borghese Park overlooking the city skyline. Yesterday, a bank ATM machine charged my account but did not give me any money. My credit card company said they can't cancel the charge until it is posted in 48 hours and I have to call back then. The local bank said they only check the machine on Mondays and I will have to come back. My sisters' experience in dealing with the buracracy in Italy is, everything is "not possible".
After eating the vegetable soup Rhonda and I made for dinner, I take my niece, Saige, for pizza at her favorite restaurant. We then meet my sister and Brystal on Via del Corso, walk past the Pantheon to Piazza de Santa Maria for gellato at Blue Ice.
April 19
I exercise, then walk with my sister through Piazza del Popolo where there is a talent show, continue up to the Borghese Park, and down the Spanish Steps, and back on Via Babuino. We spend much of the day preparing for the Passover Seder at my sisters home tonight and his parents, to celebrate with us.
This very articulate, friendly, genuine English couple met when they were 18 years old, and married 12 years later. She is Jewish and he was raised Christian, but now is Atheist. They came to Rome for a 2 year adventure, 1 year ago with their 3 intelligent , good looking, grounded teenage children(Italians call this a 'cappachino break'). I loved listening to their proper English ascent.
The 40 year old Italian batchelor still lives at home with his parents(very commom in Italy). He is a well connected party goer. He has an American Jewish father and Italian Catholic mother.
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