We had some grumpy kids today. Leaving Napoli to Roma by train this morning didn't seem to help. And apparently they’ve already had their fill of pizza and pasta, which is not good given that we have about three weeks left in Italy. After feeding them more pasta, we promised to find them hamburgers after they traipsed around more ruined stuff for miles and miles (with really no idea how we'd deliver on that).
The Forum, where that Julius Caesar guy walked around and was killed by his so-called friends, and the Colosseum were our first stops. You can touch because they're already ruined (though I think the Colosseum is in better shape than Oakland’s). John quickly saw the comparison to the arena he's familiar with, though the sport had a bit more consequence, and dubbed it the Pepsi Center of Death.
On the way to Trevi Fountain, like a gift of manna from God, there's a hamburger place with craft beer right outside the Metro. Nothing satisfies an American family more – promises made, promises kept.
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| An ussie at a famous place |
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| Daniel is delivering a public service announcement about bears with his shirt |
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| Perfect lighting for the photo - another postcard |
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| "The bathrooms are clean, he's wearing a tie!" - overheard from a Brit outside the water closet |
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| "Thank God for hamburgers!" |
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| You can get an amazing photo of Trevi Fountain if you're tall and aggressive. But here's what it really looks like - file under Unappealing Photos of Famous Places |
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