Trip Report Day Three
(Notes: I didn't write all of this right away, so I'm having a little trouble remembering all the details. If you see something incorrect or something I forgot, fill me in!)
Day Three: Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Breakfast at the Casa Frassi was just as the day before. I got my fill of blood (that sounds disgusting!) orange juice while I could as I didn’t know if we’d have it again on this trip. I was able to get a few minutes, I guess about 20, on the internet. I sent off a few emails, and that was that.
We were off to Roma. Can you believe I’m actually going to Rome??? I’ve dreamed of going there since I was a little girl. Of course the bus trip wouldn’t be a bus trip in Italy if we didn’t stop at the Autogrill again.
Once in Roma I caught my first view of the Roman Coliseum.



After our hour bus tour of the city,

Claudio then disappeared to his room because he wasn’t feeling very well. This is where the band parent president in me took over. People were starting to gather in the lobby, so I told them info Claudio had given me, and they were all like, well what are you going to do. I told them I wanted to see the Trevi Fountain and throw my coins in, then find Cladio’s recommend restaurant and maybe hit the Pantheon. (Funny story… I kept calling it the Parthenon even though I knew better, and when we were looking for it someone asked for directions to the Parthenon, the person answered “first you get on a boat to Greece…) So we find bus tickets and line up to get on the bus and I turn around to see approximately 25 Twickenham Winds members following me. Now starting Jacqui’s tour to the Fontana Trevi. On your right…
Luckily I knew where I was going (don’t you just love maps, that is, correct maps?) and we found ourselves at the fountain.

I was amazed at how crowded the area was. I guess it’s a popular tourist trap, I mean tourist attraction. Next we were off to find the good place to eat. Some man handing out flyers for another restaurant was pointed in my direction ( I guess they thought I was the one in charge of our “group tour”). He flattered me by saying he loved American women, and boy did I have beautiful blue eyes. My response was “are you getting paid to say that so that I’ll go to your restaurant?” I’ve been around the block a few times, so it didn’t faze me. Okay, maybe the remark about the beautiful blue eyes affected me, but I digress. On to eat. Jacqui’s tour of the Trevi Fountain is now over. We almost got sidetracked by the Hard Rock Café sign, but realized it was way far away. (We didn’t want to eat there, Theo and I just wanted to pick up a couple of souvenirs from there.) I noticed my group was getting smaller and smaller. We were able to find the street and a restaurant called Gino’s, but it was closed. So we went back to another one. I think it was called Tito’s. It was around a block or so away from the Spanish steps on the corner of Via Belsiano and Via d. Carrozze. I ordered something that was recommended to me by my son-in-law’s father who used to live in Italy. It was a pasta dish with bacon in it. It was fine, but I wish I had ordered what Theo ordered. Theo and Billy ordered a beef dish that was to die for. Melt in your mouth steak tips on a plate of salad greens. After dinner, Mark ordered a round of Limoncello for everybody, and then he felt bad when I declined because I don’t drink alcohol. It was fine, it didn’t offend me. I felt bad because he had wasted his money… but he assured me it wouldn’t go to waste!
Next, our quest for the Spanish Steps.

Thanks to Harriet we found it.

1 Comments:
yay you got a bachio! You sound like you're having the best eating ever. Are you learning any of the recipes so you can cook it for us at home? :)
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