Buon Giorno

We have no need for an alarm clock at Vicolo del Cedro. At around 7:45 every morning (except Sunday, thank goodness), we are awoken by the rising chorus of students arriving at the high school across the way accompanied by the roar of motorbikes driving into the courtyard. By 8:15, the cacophony subsides and we can snuggle under the covers and go back to sleep or decide to throw open the shutters and greet the day.

That decision often depends on what happened the night before. Last night, for example, we met our friend Christina for dinner in a charming little restaurant on a side street in Trastevere. This morning I, at least, was not ready to face the sun at 8:15. Around 10, I slowly got out of bed to discover Steve, downstairs already and parked in front of the TV watching the Phillies!