I feel like most of the people I meet here in Rome came here out of a passion for Italy. They studied Italian, or came here for a year abroad. That's not my story. For me, Rome was just another country that my husband's job took us to. We have now been here longer than we have lived anywhere else, and for me longer overseas than "home" in America. With the years I slowly have fallen in love Rome, almost as much as the lifelong Italophile, but there is still a part of me that remains a Francophile. I have learned to love a cornetto with my cappuccino, a warm chunk of Lauriano bread and really who doesn't love mozzarella? But. I miss a buttery croissant, a crusty baguette and gooey wedge of brie. Until last month there was little I could do besides a quick trip to Paris to indulge a craving. That has all changed with the opening of Le Carre Francais in Prati.
As torrential rain from Hurricane Joaquin barrels towards the east coast and here in Rome the skies have been gray and the temps a bit cool I though I would share a little summer sunshine with 10 pictures that show just how beautiful the Amalfi Coast is.
I joke with my friends and family that I barely leave the house no less my street. It is obviously a bit of an exaggeration, but in that exaggeration there is a kernel of truth. I do live in a great neighborhood after all. That said, I really do like to explore. One part of town that I am planning on getting to know a little better is Trastevere. I will have lots of opportunity now that my yoga studio has opened a new location. In early August Noah and I ventured out of the neighborhood and over the river to have a drink at Latteria Trastevere.
This years trip to Boston was so much less fraught than the previous two years. Noah got there days before us, was already moved in and working on projects with his roommates by the time we got there. So really all we had to do was a few administrative things before we headed back to Rome (getting a drivers license for an expat kid who has never lived in America is no small thing.) It was the end of a long Home Leave trip back "home, " which any longtime expat knows is more admin than vacation so were going to make the most of our last days of AC, customer service and iced coffee.
We took long walks, drank more than a few cocktails in expensive hotel bars and lured our reluctant college student out for a few more meals with his parents.
Sometimes it can take me a while to get around to doing the thing that everybody keeps telling is great. The restaurant Cesare a Caseletto is one of those things. On just about every list you read on where to eat in Rome, Cesare is there. The push I needed to take the number 8 tram from Piazza Venezia up the hill to Monteverde was my pal Kelly organizing a lunch.
I am back in Rome after a lot of fun, food and festivities had all over the east coast of the US. My brain is still a little foggy from the jet lag (and lets be honest, the not on vacation-lag,) there are suitcases (filled with that strange expat mix of things like Reese's cups, kitchen sponges and new yoga clothes) that need to be unpacked and put away and readjusting to a quiet house all over again. While I get back to my desk and into blogging gear, here is a roundup of a few great things I discovered over the past few weeks.