Back to Normal

It's wonderful how quickly and comfortably Steve and I have fallen into our old routine here at Vicolo del Cedro.

In the morning I make fresh orange juice (sorry, no blood oranges this time of year) and then head off to the gym to work off last night's dinner. Our old gym is closed but non c'e problema. I now walk another 10 minutes to una pui grande palestra in Trastevere to meet Aramis, my beautiful Cuban trainer. Afterwards, I meet Steve back at the house where we have a delicious lunch of cheese and bread and salami bought in our neighborhood. Then we stroll across the Ponte Sisto and manage to discover streets we've never walked on. At the end of the day, it's back to the house for a tutoring session with Nicoletta, resplendent as always in some fabulous outfit. (Two days ago, she was all in red, today very sexy in a low cut lacy black dress and matching stockings, and always with the requisite coordinated accessories.)

Around 8:30 we meander down to our favorite enoteca at Piazza Trilussa and chat with Fulvia behind the bar. (We've gotten used to the new decor especially since Fulvia is still there.) Last decision of the day is where to have dinner. Last night we ventured out of our neighborhood for a dinner of fabulously fresh fish. (Yes, we are sticking to our post-Sicilian regimen so far!) We finished the evening with a stroll around Piazza Navona before heading back to Trastevere.

Now more than ever, it feels like Trastevere is our little village in Rome. The same characters we saw six months ago are still here and even remember us. Both the old man who sits on the bench with his silly little dogs all day and the really cute mechanic at the motorcycle repair shop gave us big smiles when they saw us for the first time this week.