Destination weddings have been a thing for a long time. Even I had one, but that was before it had a name, so I am not sure it counts. Destination birthdays seem to be less of a thing, but I think we should rethink that. This past weekend my Dutch super blogger pal Saskia was having a birthday and decided to celebrate it in one of her favorite cities.
My last few visits to Florence have been day trips or a quick passing through so it was fun to slow down a little bit and not have too much of a plan. Here is my advice for a relaxed 24 hours in Florence.
For a while there it felt like there was a new hamburger place opening every week here in Rome. I enjoyed trying them all but ultimately I zeroed in on my favorites and now my go to's when I need to stave off my cravings are a post matinee visit to Baccano or Open Baladin. I was perfect happy with these two consistent places and didn't feel the need to keep looking or trying new, often disappointing, burgers.
At the end of last year I got an email inviting me to a new hamburger place in Prati. Tommi's in an Icelandic based chain, so that was intriguing, and it's Rome location owner is an outgoing Neapolitan who spends his summers in Capri so I decided to cross the river and see what this new spot had to offer.
On inauguration day this year I did the only sensible thing. Drink. Ok, I also went to see some art and ate pasta with good girlfriends but one of the most entertaining things I did that dark day was go on The Roman Guy's Cocktail Tour of Rome.
We rang in 2016 on the island of Capri and that was pretty terrific. For 2017 we wanted to welcome what is likely going to be a turbulent twelve months a chill vibe in a place we loved. We considered just staying at home in Rome or maybe going up to Venice but in the end made the bold choice to head to our favorite summer destination and see what winter in Ponza was like.
When you live in Rome it can be easy to get inured to the remarkable. I don't ever forget that I am exceptionally lucky to walk past the Colosseum on my way to the grocery store or that the route to my yoga studio includes crossing a centuries old bridge, but it is my normal.
The other day I wanted to take a different walk home and decided to finally stop at the much written about hidden cloisters in the Regina Margherita hospital. There is a reason that so many people write about this place. Here is my two (euro) cents.