You would think that I had enough self-respect not to make a reference to the Last Supper. But I don’t.
Before I start on today’s adventures, I must mention that during the visit to the Jewish Ghetto, we stopped at the Piazza del 13th (?) del Ottobre. (Sorry, IFOB, that I butchered the name of the plaza.) It is the place where the Nazis rounded up the Jews and took them to Auschwitz on October 13th (?), 1943. We were standing in the piazza and, as if on cue, a police car passes nearby, blaring Anne Frank noise (eeeeee-awwwwwww eeeeee-awwwwwww). It is the sound that makes every Jew shutter. The ambulances have a different noise, I noticed (eeeee-eeeee eeeee-eeeee). Now I have completed the tale of devastation and triumph of world Jewry. Phew.
Today, our only aim was to shop. Shop for things that are made here in Rome and not in Milan or elsewhere. And of course look in the churches and walk in the piazzas along the way. That is one thing about Rome, a church on every corner and lovely piazzas. There is even an Episcopal Church that had Irish dancers and a bagpipe outside, trying to get worshippers to come inside. Now that is a tough sell in the seat of Roman Catholicism.
So not a lot of things made in Rome. We had to search out artsy areas, a hard thing for foreigners because it is so easy to get lost in Rome. And, I get bored of shopping in less than an hour. POB (partner of blogger) wanted to shop and so TLP (our son, the little prince) and I had to schlep along. Mind-numbing and exhausting. Some things but nothing really. Milan would be the city for shopping.
So, nothing really absurd or crazy happened today. We found some groovy areas that we would love to visit next time.
TLP had a great time in spite of his pre-trip whinings. POB relaxed by mid-week despite her stress about traveling. I got stressed as the week went on, because I was almost totally out of touch with everything in the US. I did check in with the office daily and my secretary and colleague texted me as necessary. I heard snippets of news — Dow tumbled on oil supply fears and not because of a massacre in Tripoli, Berlusconi’s Bill Clinton problems, Obama’s not defending DOMA anymore. Other than the massacre, I really don’t care. Monday I will care.
I think this means I actually had a vacation. A real vacation. But wait, the journey home is tomorrow. So, I shouldn’t jinx it.