Ok, so Amy's encouraging me to continue blogging about stuff she may have already discussed, since it shows my perspective of the experience. So hopefully this is entertaining, and the repetitiveness isn't too horrendous.
Being that it starts at our home base of Campò de Fiori, we decided to do Rick Steves' Night Walk Across Rome, which hits the four most interesting night scenes in the city. This starts off at two very social night spots, one containing Bernini's Four Rivers Fountain. Amazing scene with the crowd, restaurants, entertainers, etc. and all around such rich history. We just don't have anything like it in the US. We met a couple from Concord, NC at the Four Rivers Fountain, which is about 15 miles from where Amy lives. Small world.
The Trevi Fountain... I would describe how romantic this place is if it wouldn't put what's left of my manliness at risk. It's tradition to turn your back to the fountain, make a wish, close your eyes and throw in money to bring you true love and ensure a return to Rome in your future. We both did so, but Amy said we couldn't tell each other our wishes. Naturally, I'm tempted to write my wish is here, but I'm guessing that wouldn't go over so well. After a few minutes of some PDA at the fountain (oh yeah, you know how we roll), we made our way to the Spanish Steps, which wasn't real impressive for me. I was just sure to say "Nah" when Amy asked if I wanted to climb them, since I was pretty much beat at this point.
I came to two realizations during this night walk: 1) my analness (is that a word?) extends to photography, since I've realized that it's impossible for a stranger to actually take a good picture. Seriously people, it's called Zoom In and Center appropriately to include the scene in the background. Not that difficult... 2) the peddlers of Rome are seriously annoying. They're everywhere! If it's raining, they're selling umbrellas. If you're in a romantic night spot, they're selling roses and polaroids. Otherwise, they're selling anything from toy bubble guns, to glowing zippers that fly in the air, even stuffed dogs that have flapping ears that play annoying music. I have to wonder if anyone ever buys this stuff, and also if these guys have a central hub, because they're all selling the same thing, and if it starts raining, they're all in place with umbrellas within a few minutes. "I see a rain cloud...over." "Grab the umbrellas and get in position! Go! Go!" Anyway, a peddler at the Spanish Steps helped us coin the phrase "No money, No honey!" as Amy talked about earlier. We've had some good laughs with that one.
Got a few pics here of the Four Rivers Fountain and Trevi Fountain, and now I gotta run. Amy's saving us a seat at a local English Pub to watch the championship of some sport where they don't use their hands and kick a ball around. I know...sounds crazy, huh?
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