Today was a fairly (actually very) lazy day. Cold, very cold outside, so I didn't leave the room until dinner time. I did watch a lot of the Sopranos, season 5, however. Good stuff. Also chilled out online, talking to some friends in the states. Chris had a hectic day: I was talking to him last night, and he was working on a paper, then I went to bed, woke up, was up for two hours, got online, and he was still at the library at 4:30 in the morning (his time) working on that same paper. That is part of my idea of hell.
Anyways, I was getting a little stir crazy in the room, and I got the other three guys who are here this weekend from my room (Joel, Brian, and Edguardo Pizzaro aka Pizza) to go out to pizzeria Est! Est! Est!, which is supposed to be one of the better pizzerias in Rome. It was, in fact, delicious stuff. I had a calzone, and their calzone was better than Baffetto's. Also, they had an excellent table wine (the Est! Est! Est! is a white wine). And that got me thinking: when I go back home, I won't be able to legally drink for six months. How incredibly patronizing is that dumb law!? Yeah yeah yeah, MADD has those statistic thingies, but who cares about those drunk driving accidents: give me liberty or give me death! Or, in this case, maybe both! In all seriousness, however, it is fairly ridiculous. I'm not a big drinker at all, but, I mean, c'mon people. It's about time that law changed back. Or, even better, make the legal age something closer to, oh, about 12. Europeans handle themselves way better with alcohol than Americans, and that may have something to do with it.
After dinner, I took a stroll by myself back home. My roomies wanted out of the cold, and hopped on the metro before it stopped running. I went by the Trevi Fountain, and nobody was there! At 9 on a Friday night! This city is dead. Same thing with Piazza Navona. It's amazing how few tourists there are here compared to only a month ago when my parents were here (it was a month ago that my parents were here? Oh God, where has the time gone?).
2 comments:
Thanks for the postcard, Jamie! My German is actually improving because I've been taking a German language class on boring social issues like the declining birth-rate in Germany, and the German military presence in Afghanistan. I now know way too much about incentive programs for couples to have kids.
Hope you are still tearing Rome up.
-Dave
You mean apartment, not room. You must have gone to the kitchen to eat----and the seven of you don't all live in one room! It's a three bedroom apartment.
What are the girls doing this weekend? Or have they had enough pizza?
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