We got up this morning for our trip into Rome. It is hard to leave this peaceful and beautiful place. La Rocca is a place to come back to, especially in the spring when it is so green, pretty, and cool.
We drove into Rome, taking a little drive around to see some of the sights in the bus before we tried to check into our room. Our tour this afternoon began with a Rome native who is American—Francesca. We took a metro train down near the Coliseum and met her there. She gave us a tour of the Coliseum, then we walked over to the ruins of the Roman forum. Francesca likes to help her travelers understand the mindset of the Romans and to see in their mind’s eye what Rome might have looked like. I think she was largely successful in helping us see what was once here.
We ended up in the Parthenon, which has been restored to glory once again. Like the Temple of Minerva in Siena, this place has been in use for years in other ways than the pagan temple to the important Roman gods that is once was.
From there Donald took us to a famous gelato place and bought us all gelato, then we took our gelato and walked to the Trevi Fountain, made famous in in the film “Roman Holiday” and no doubt others as well.
We walked back to the hotel. Dinner was on our own. We were told ther was a laundry around the corner that would wash and dry our clothes overnight, so before dinner we bundled up our dirty clothes and walked down to the laundry. It was a lot farther and a lot harder to find than we had expected. One reason we couldn’t be sure was that the sign said self-service. When we finally go there we tried to make the guy understand we wanted to leave the laundry, but he kept trying to tell us we had to do it on our own. We couldn’t stay to do laundry, so we just hauled our bag back to the hotel and told the desk clerk that it wasn’t what we had thought. He called the place and claimed that the guy who talked to us only spoke Italian and didn’t understand we wanted to leave our clothes. We weren’t so sure—we were doing pretty good on our sign language and he was clearly telling us we had to do it self service. We just blew it off and went to dinner. (When we went back on Sunday, we talked with a woman who did speak some English, and she refused to take our clothes either—we just stayed and did it ourselves.)