Maybe it's because we've been to Rome so many times, or many it's because we know that we will be overeating once we get to Tuscany and Marcella's kitchen, but whatever the reason Steve and I have not been obsessing over food this time in Rome. I've had the requisite artichoke already. I make fresh blood orange juice every morning for breakfast. We've eaten pizza and pasta cooked perfectly al dente but, for example, we have skipped dinner twice in a row, something we never would have considered on earlier trips here. Does this mean we have matured?
Today we did have a long, leisurely and late lunch under the trees at a delightful spot not far from Piazza Navona and then sallied off to Vatican City for our special after hours tour of the Vatican Museum. This was basically two hours with just 10 other people and a very serious and knowledgeable guide. It was a little like speed reading through the Vatican Museum but a real treat not to have to compete with a huge crowd of tourists all craning their necks to see the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Afterward it was time for dinner but instead we went home, opened a bottle of wine, nibbled on some cheese (salami, too, for Steve) and looked out over the city from our terrace. Who needs dinner?
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