Thank goodness for lovely airbnb hosts. (And yes I actually DO include myself in that statement). My host offered to pick me up and drop me back to the airport tomorrow. So I’m here after a pretty hairy trek. I really have got to start paring down my beautifully packed ( but seriously overweight) suitcase in future. It’s so difficult to manoeuvre it up and down platform steps, Run between platforms and lift upstairs when there are no lifts. Thankfully my host is a strong young man and being a gentleman has graciously lifted it up the stairs. Phew.
The room is lovely. So clean and crisp. Colours lime and white. He painted it himself.
Before I knew it I’d flopped on the bed and slept until 5:30. I’m more tired than I thought.
Thought I wasn’t going to bother having anything to eat but I might just take myself to the local pizzeria? You just never know what’s down the road. I’ve had a really really nice shower. Washed my unkempt hair and with my best smile on I’m going to brave it by myself for the first time and ‘eat out in Rome’
Walking the 400 meters to the local pizzeria I’m reminded about the cats everywhere. It appears that both Italians and the Maltese love their cats. I don’t think I’ve seen so many anywhere else.
I’m actually in Fiumicino quite close to the airport. The pizzeria is called Doppiovu and the people here are lovely and very helpful as I speak very little Italian. I understand a bit more since starting to learn Spanish but I am grateful for any Italian that has taken the trouble to learn English.
I order first some patate fritte.
Next a glass of vino Rosso
I’ve also ordered a dessert hazelnut and cocoa cream. I’m assured it’s very nice.
Just sitting here relaxing outside listening to some very laidback music and drink my vino Rosa, watching the people arriving for dinner.
My pizza has been made specifically for me as it’s a small one and it’s DELICIOUS not gluten-free but I’m ok for tonight.
There’s a father and son behind me waiting for their take-away. A single guy in front. A family group of eight to my right and a single Mexican guy over in the corner on my right. It’s definitely a local pizzeria and I highly recommend this lovely little place if you are close to the Rome airport
And here is my dessert
Grazie mille Ilaria.
So I paid and walked home with the full moon above, with a full tummy and even cracked my 10,000 steps for the day!
I’ve hopped into bed and turned on the telly for the first time since I left Australia to find it’s an English speaking program so I’m feeling quite surreal. Tomorrow I’ll be up and having breakfast with my host before he takes me to the airport.
Good night Italy…..
A ps to this post – I was contacted today by one of the young girls who kept me company on my first flight – and she told us she was engaged. She’d been proposed to in front of the Taj Mahal. Wow…. Congratulations Paola!
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