Day 17: In Transit

My brain is fuzzy. 24 hours of solid travel will do that to a person. Where am I? What language do I speak? Is it breakfast or dinnertime? Can I have a negroni?

Our amazing hotel (Residence Il Vittoriano) organised a transfer from the airport which made the whole getting to the hotel thing pain free. 

Derek, one of our friends from back in Sydney, is in Rome too so we met up with him for some tasty, tasty mozzarella, cured meats and negronis at nearby mozzarella bar, Obica (Buffalo Dining Club allegedly modelled their restaurant off this place). A good start indeed.

I think Adam is saying "check out the street."

And this is me checking out the street as per Adam's suggestion. Feels like Rome.

The little door to our hotel. Sadly, I easily fit through it without ducking.

Cin cin!

We ordered the mozzarella degustation because mozzarella degustation. This is essentially my food paradise.

A simple pasta with, you guessed it, more mozzarella.

Street drinks at this little local bar.

Perfect street drinking weather.