My first pizza place

Today I woke up on my own at 7 in the morning. My alarm was set for 7:45, but it was probably for the better, because I got to shave (without shaving cream... forgot to buy a big thing of that at the GS yesterday). We left at 8 for our appointment for our permesso di soggiorno, a bureaucratic necessity here in Italy. I had to copy every single page of my passport for it. And we have another meeting for that on two Mondays from now. Ugh. Romans are big fans of the slow bureaucratic process, that is for sure.

We then sauntered back towards Medag after getting out of another orientation meeting, and two girls and I broke off from the group and found pizza somewhere a little east of the Vatican (menu pictured here). It was a very nondiscript place. Mediocre pizza (though I was very hungry, so in some way it hit the spot), which was a little surprising considering that it didn't seem touristy at all. Plenty of locals and whatnot. Oh well.

We then came back here. I should seriously take a nap right now. This is our first real downtime during the day we've had. I just want to make a couple of notes. First, Romans wear shorts. Plain and simple. I should have brought more than one pair of khaki shorts, considering it is hot hot hot outside. Second, the whole Italian "eat a pastry for breakfast" thing doesn't work with me. Those things hold you for about 15 minutes, and then you're hungry again. All Bran is certainly missed, though I did get these All Bran bar things at the GS (not enough fiber for an All Bran product, I'd say. There's more fat than fiber!), and there was original All Bran there. I guess that will have to suffice.