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HEREAfter a long Day 3 of trekking through Rome's ruins, we got a good night's sleep and woke up bright and early to face our last day in Rome. We were also moving hotels due to a tennis conference, so it was my official first backpacking day.

Boom and Erik woke up in different hotel rooms, got dressed without ever speaking or seeing each other and walked out into the hotel lobby to discover they were wearing the exact same outfit. All day it looked like Stef and I were being accompanied by medics. I love how this photo gives you the idea of not just how short Boom is but how tall Erik is.

Our first planned stop after checking into our new hotel was to take a walk through the Borghese Gardens to reach Galleria Borghese. Along the way we stopped for a snack at one of the vendor carts in the park and we finally experienced the joy that is Paprika Pringles. Don't let anyone tell you that these are the equivalent to the American BBQ Pringles, because THEY ARE NOT THE SAME. Sadly, the Pringles Website said they have
no plans to bring these delicious chips to America. Phooey.

Borghese was beautiful inside and out. So many pretty things to see...but you couldn't take photos inside, so I was left with just my memories and whatever I could photograph along the grounds.

OK, so not EVERYTHING was pretty. I apologize, but I just had to. He was begging me to take his photo. How does one sit on a cool concrete step and not realize that his ass is hanging out?

After the Galleria we took a stroll through Rome and I had a great time taking photos of all the wonderfully colored buildings and residences. I love how warm everything is and how quaint the windows and doors are.

I also tried to get a little artsy. I think I'll frame and hang these in my entry way when I grow up and have my own place.
We followed Rick Steves' walking tour from the guidebook Boom and Erik had to see the Spanish Steps, then Trevi Fountain and then the Pantheon.
More ominous clouds as the storms closed in, but I think they actual made the pictures look better.

We did something a little fun with this photo. Click on it for a larger view, and then try to find Boom, Stef and me in the shot. Kind of our little version of "Where's Waldo?" Italy style.

Trevi Fountain was crazy with people, but it's understandable considering how magnificent it is to see. Every little detail is just beautiful and we couldn't help but throw in a couple of coins and make some wishes.


This place was pretty dang cool. It was once a pagen temple that is now a Catholic church. But the main draw about this site is the massive dome with its 18 foot perfect, open circle. It lets in light and and rain and thus there are holes in the temple's floor for draining any water. Seems odd and yet really cool to me. So what do they do when Sunday mass falls on a rainy day?? No one could tell me.
We decided to take a small break, have some gelato (oh yeah, be jealous of all the gelato I got to have on this trip) and then we were going to retrace all our steps from our walking tour during the day so we could see all the same sites again at night. In theory, we were excited. In execution, we felt a little crazy.
I took some time around the piazza we got ice cream in to take in some of the sights for your viewing pleasure.


We had a lovely dinner at an outdoor cafe. A carafe of wine, a little pasta, great panna cotta for dessert and a lot of laughing.

I gave Stef and Erik my Italian phrase book opened to the Nightlife and Getting to Know You sections. AKA - The dirty section. Not that we had any plans to use some of the phrases in those sections, but it was pretty funny to imagine ever having to use those lines. I think Erik's expression says it all.
We were all ready for a good night's rest after dinner and walking back through all the sites, but there was a small snag. Our new hotel location meant we had to take the metro to a train and we must have misread the timetables because we missed the last train and we really had no idea how far we needed to go and we didn't want to wander around in the dark. I could see a sign for a bar up the block from the metro and decided that we should just go in, order a beer and ask the bartender to call a taxi for us. Believe me, this was the best idea we had the whole trip.

This was our bartender. I never got his name, but I say we call him Marcello. Name that movie.

It was like the bartenders thought we were the royal family with the awesome service we received. They brought us a huge platter of bar snacks (that we didn't order and we weren't charged for) and they kept the drinks coming (which of course, we were charged for).
We didn't know how to order shots in Italian, so we went with the colors we knew. Pink shots came first and then we dared Marcello to make us a viola shot (purple). Everyone in Italy wears purple. We never figured out why, but almost every retail shop window had mannequin after mannequin shrouded in purple clothes. Marcello was game for this little dare, but unfortunately he couldn't get the shot to turn purple...instead we got a verdi (green) shot. Boom, a beer and a shot in, pointed at Marcello and shouted, "FAIL!" We all giggled at the joke, but he didn't understand what "fail" meant. I had no idea what the Italian translation was, but figured out the translation for "to lose," which is Pertere. Upon my shaky conjugation to "Pertato!" Marcello took a moment to think and then sadly said, "Si...YES, I LOSE!"

We gladly took the green shots and then some appropriately named BOOM-BOOM shots. Then Marcello came out with a tray of new shots and said proudly, "Si, I no LOOOOOSE!"
Voila, Viola!

It ended up being an unexpected, perfect evening and closed our last night in Rome in such a memorable way. I think it may have been my most favorite out of all of the experiences we had.
Florence is next!