Saturday, 17 March

Roger:
Friday morning we took a 62 bus to Piazza San Silvestro to buy postage stamps for the postcards. Somehow we managed to miss our stop and did not realize this until we had gone a considerable distance. When we got off the bus instead of going to the other side of the street for a 62 going to San Silvestro we got into a cab. It was a short trip as we discovered the guy did not want to use the meter. We made our way to a 62 bus stop. Fortunately the bus ticket is good for 90 minutes so we did not have to pay a second time. We were the only customer in the post office so the transaction was quick and painless. We went to EnotecaTrimani to purchase a bottle of white wine. I kept calling the winery GaGa and the guy had no idea what I was talking about. Finally he asked if I meant Gavi. Bingo. He took us over to the shelf and there was a choice of five different Gavi whites. We had lunch next door at the Trimani Wine Bar. Again leftovers to bring back to the apartment. They had nice bathrooms but not the fancy seats. On the way home we stopped at Gelateria La Romana for some gelato. Small cup for me. Then we slowly walked back to the apartment. Along the way we saw what maybe was a preschool with beautifully manicured grounds. Due to my stomach issue we stayed in that night and Valerie had leftovers and GaGa.

Valerie:
St. Patrick’s Day – did not realize it until we see some green clad revelers. Not to be confused with the many Scots in kilts in town for maybe a rugby event.

Back to San Silvestri via bus 62, though we missed our stop. Got off much later, and I needed a fix, after skipping yesterday. Coke zero, not exactly diet coke, but close enough. Roger claims that this is why he panicked, and he approached a taxi driver at the nearby taxi stand. Or maybe the driver approached us, jumping the queue, and after arguing with the other driver, we drive off. Roger notices that the meter isn’t working and asks the guy to start it. He says, no 15 euro, and we say no, meter. He says no, not today, and we say, no, you are ripping us off.

So, we opens the doors, while the taxi is moving, luckily slowly, since he had tried to confuse us by taking us through a rabbit warren of roads. We get out, and realize that we should have just gotten on the same bus going the other way, which we so. Whew, rookie crisis averted.

Get the Disney stamps for the kids and them off to Termini Wine Bar for lunch, followed by gelato and a nap.

Roger still is experiencing lower intestinal distress, but that doesn’t stop us from having a noon meal at the Tremini Wine Bar.

Long nap, and quiet time for me follows.