As this will wrap up the posts of our recent holiday trip, I will share some Italian observations...
Italians LOVE cigarettes and dogs. I can't tell which one more, only that they are both equally more present than I care for (which would be not at all if I ran the world). We ate at food trucks, casual diners, finer restaurants, and museum cafeterias. Our best meal was spaghetti with homemade sauce courtesy of Robert in our Rome apartment. The loudest sound in the Sistine Chapel is " SHHH! NO PHOTOS!" repeated over and over by large disgruntled security (although a glance upward and everything else melts into oblivion). That being said, we loved our trip.
Rome, our final stop, was even better with kids. Robert and I were here several years ago with my dad(tour guide extraordinaire) via a visit to my parents while they were in London. Rome provides a lot of hands on history. I don't think it's on purpose necessarily, more that there are so many ruins everywhere that they just left a bunch of the lesser pieces laying around. It's pretty neat to run your fingers down the carving grooves of letters inscribed thousands of years ago.
Our first stop was the Colosseum, the Roman Forum, and the Palatine.
