“To make living itself an art; that is the goal.” -Henry Miller
After looking at a weather map we headed to Rome for its warmer climate, cheaper accommodation and overall Italian goodness. We decided to rent an apartment, try to get into a routine and find a little balance. If I have not mentioned this before – we are always talking about routines but very rarely follow one.
We decided to stay in the Trastevere neighborhood which was really lovely. Even though it rained I was able to get out most days to at least take a walk and Ez had a bit more space to work. We have our priorities straight and immediately went out and bought ourselves an espresso maker – I think our count is now three.
A little cheese please.
We saw sights in the evenings and weekends, although our usual style is to get out around 2:00. When glimpsing the long line at the Vatican we took a picture and immediately headed to the nearest cafe, justifying it with “it couldn’t have changed that much in the last 10 years, right?”
Espresso/vino break – when in Rome…
Here are some of the sights we did make it to.
After two weeks in Rome we decided to move instead of the original plan which was to stay. On my end I was actually getting into a bit of a routine doing yoga, studying a little Italian, reading books and cooking. Living a pretty good life, but I was looking to get involved in something. Ezra on the other hand was given the role as Project Manager and felt the pressure working remotely. Even with three different SIM cards and a personal modem the connection was horrible. Sometimes I’d see him huddled by the door or hanging out the window trying to get reception. This coupled with the construction going on all around us made for a stressful working condition. So we decided to spend some time in Venice before we needed to be back in London.
I’ve been to a few places that claim to be “the Venice of the East or of the North or of India.” I always kind of laughed about this, but couldn’t compare, as I’d never actually been to the real Venice. I admit sometimes I feel a bit jaded when I travel and wonder if we’ve done too much as of late. Maybe I should give it a break so I don’t feel unimpressed by really impressive things. Venice however was not one of these places. It really was a stark contrast from all the other “Venices” out there! Even with cold windy days and many mornings with flooded streets (including a drowned rat) I really liked it.
St. Mark’s Cathedral and square.
We happened to be there the week before Valentine’s day and so everyone was out in their masquerade attire and it was fun watching tourists pose for other tourists in their fancy rags. I looked into going to one of the balls but after seeing quite a hefty price tag I contented myself with people watching.
Of course it couldn’t all be perfect and construction seemed to follow us at every turn. After waking to a bandsaw, and shouting-to-communicate lost its appeal, we changed apartments. The new digs had no cell signal so at a few desperate moments Ezra sat outside, in the rain, on the roof, taking his business meetings. Quickly trying to mute anytime a gondola went by shouting or a boat revving thru the canal. We decided once again this was not the right place to stay in our current situation. Nonetheless we had a wonderful week or two.