I called the Hubs this afternoon to check in. It was so good to hear his voice. I tried to connect by TextNow, over the hotel wireless; I could hear him but he could not hear me. Frustrating! And it made me feel lonely for him, for us. Fortunately, my girl, ‘Chelle, had international coverage for her iPhone for situations such as this and we were able to speak for a few minutes. In the course of our conversation, I described our plans for the evening ahead. He reminded me to be careful. Of course!
But the truth is that I have not felt threatened in Rome, on either trip. Which is not to say I would want to be walking around alone, especially at night. And it’s not to say that I am careless or complacent; just the opposite. It is only to say that I yet haven’t found myself in a weird situation. I’m thankful for that.
One of the must-do places on my list this trip was Trevi Fountain, lit up at night. It looked to be a moderate distance from our hotel, certainly walkable. This being our last night in Rome, it must be Trevi. Of course the map betrayed us more than once and we took the long way there. Someone became a little cranky in the process. Later I learned she was concerned we were venturing too far off path, perhaps into dangerous territory. I was quite confident we were heading in the general direction and expected the Trevi to reveal herself.
And indeed, as we twisted and turned our way uphill, it became more and more apparent that we were headed toward something good. What a lovely surprise to find a vibrant neighborhood fully alive after 9:00 pm. So not the North Country! We enjoyed the fountain, shopping, and yet more gelato. Then it seemed the only thing to do was return to the piazza at the Pantheon for a late dinner. Somehow, for once, a fairly direct path seemed to unfold in front of us, all downhill, lined with more nice shops and eateries.
The piazza was beautifully lit by moonlight and alive with late night revelry. Bruschetta, pumpkin flower fettuccine, spring gnocchi and a bottle of montepulciano, topped off with tiramisu and panacotta, all homemade and fresh, served up a sweet ending to our weekend in Roma. We wound our way back to the hotel and fell into bed exhausted at midnight, so very satisfied.