It is 7:30 in bella Roma and we’re coming to the end of our 6th day. I’m listening to Otis Redding on my ipod and feeling real mellow and at ease. Whether the Italians like me or not they’re stuck with me for the next 9 weeks. Angela will be joining us tomorrow afternoon and she’s in for a treat. I think. Tomorrow is “La Notte Bianca:” and the city is going to be one big party until the morning. Every museum is free and there will be dancing in the streets. We may amble over to Testaccio to check out the action there.
We were told by Morgana (young, pretty and French and no actual relation to Arthur) that we’d probably have a good time in that neighborhood. If I can get her photo tomorrow I’ll include it in this blog
We had a drawing lesson with Tim Allen at the Castel S’Angelo. First it poured and then we had the most magnificent skies. My picture was okay but Pat’s was pretty damn good, no matter how much she whines.
Now I’m sitting in the Magnolia bar because I thought they had wifi here but they don’t . According to the owner, who looks 12 they did have it but it went kaploohy and who knows when I’ll be back. We finally ate at the restaurant under our apartment and I was never serviced a meal so fast. But the owner, Paola, did give me a hug. So I think I get some points for that. I think there is a friend in the making for me. I have a picture of her restaurant somewhere and I’ll send it to you sooon.
I want to show you some picture of Roma.
The first is a bead store owned by someone who is definitely not Italian. After I took two pictures he started to get very excited, maybe even angry. I think he thought I was going to take the secrets of his beading establishment to American and sell it to the . Who knows? He may be right. But here’s the photo, which I think is fun.
Yesterday we went to the Museo de Roma and these four ugly statues were guarding the entrance. I think, considering their they could scare anyone off.
Then of course we went to draw at the Castel S’Angelo and it started to rain and this is how St. Peter’s looks in the rain. It’s better to be in Rome looking at St Peter’s in the rain then a lot of places I can think of.
Caio, babmini
A domaini,
Emelia