Yesterday, I went to the grocery store after lunch to pick up ingredients for our first dinner in the new apartment. Our neighborhood felt so sleepy that I nearly went home and took a nap afterwards. But more errands needed to be run, so out I went again at 4:30.
It was just a few hours later, but the energy was completely different. Stores were open, restaurants were setting tables for dinner al fresco, children were running through the piazzas. Everything seemed so alive. I had one of moments where I thought “holy s*$% I am living in Rome!”
I couldn’t possibly go home, so I wandered around Trastevere, getting lost, making notes of pizzerias and enotecas to try. (Literally, I have to write notes to myself to remember where places are and what they are called because I have been crestfallen to forget a beautiful place I’ve stumbled upon on ten minutes earlier way too many times already.)
Then, it was aperitivo time.
I stopped at a bar in the middle of Piazza Santa Maria (one of Trastevere’s most beautiful Piazzas).
As the sun started to set, I ordered a prosecco rose, listened to a woman play the accordian and read my book. All was right with the world.
Especially since I was treated to a free snack (potato chips!) with my cocktail.
Buona sera. Cannot wait to do it again tonight.