Day 18: Buongiorno Roma
Ooohhh, it's hot up in here. Rome is a sweaty and glorious bastard which will leave you wanting/needing to shower multiple times throughout the day.
According to my iPhone we walked a solid 16km which makes up for all the pasta and cheese we've been rightly consuming. Plus it's a nice change from the distinct lack of walking done in America.
Without an exact itinerary, besides lunch at Roma Sparita (the cacio e pepe restaurant that Anthony Bourdain went to and tried to keep secret from the world – nice try, Tony) and a walk around the Colosseum, that's all we had planned. I think the great thing about Rome is that it's pretty easy to walk and you always stumble upon a ruin, cute cobbled street or something interesting/delicious.
There was a little market in Campo Dei Fiori selling all kinds of Italian goods.
Pasta... From Italy. Trust us.
Honeymooners feat. Derek.
Crossing the bridge.
Just thinking about life. Or pasta.
Adam is becoming more Italian by the hour.
Prosciutto e melone. Getting a little bit of my daily fruit intake, right?
Can you tell that we're dying a hot, slow death?
We stumbled across a wedding – look at this car!
And then I got stalkery – yes, I am hiding behind a bush.
The famous cacio e pepe pasta in a crisp parmesan shell. This was phenomenal. Would eat again.
To mix things up we got an anchovy pasta too. Also amazing.
Getting stuck into it.
Post lunch espresso. Also, my glitter nails are still going strong – over two weeks and counting!
Just some greenery on a building.
Some more Roman prettiness.
As above.
The sweats are real.
Fishing in the river.
Mint green Fiat! Want.
A coupla cool kids and some old thing behind us. ¯ \ _ (ツ) _ / ¯
With our unofficial honeymoon photographer.
Prepared to walk the treacherous wet cobblestones back to his hotel.
Typically a view of another building directly opposite your hotel window would be not great, but in Rome, it's charming.
Welcome to the black parade.
Thinking about driving a little Vespa around town but Mum might kill me if I do.
A great little wine bar near our hotel – Enoteca Il Goccetto – that's in a building built in 1527!
Casual wine chats. We thought this place did aperitivo but they didn't, it was still worth going anyway.
We wandered around lost for an hour after the wine bar because everything else seemed touristy or crap. Adam saved the day by finding this pasta place online which wasn't far of a walk for us. This restaurant (Le Mani In Pasta) specialises in seafood pasta and is packed with locals – always a good sign.
One of the best dishes of the trip – sea bass carpaccio with a tonne of truffle. They bring out what looks to be Tip Top white bread and some butter and you put the fish on it. A revelation.
Adam is clearly enjoying this dish with more gesticulating.
Seafood pasta with a generous amount of bottarga.
And some more seafood pasta.
I didn't nail this photo, but it's still picturesque nonetheless.
Spontaneous gelato stop on the way home. Hazelnut and pistachio for me, per favore.
This was after midnight. I love how places stay open late here.
Making faces with who I assume to be Jesus?
