Old friends and new plans in Rome

On the trip between Riomaggiore and Rome I splurged (2 whole Euros) to sit in first class on the train. It wasn't really much different but I didn't have to worry about putting my stuff up in the rack. It was about a three hour train ride, and I arrived just before dark. Once in Rome, I had to take the metro to my bed and breakfast. The first subway train that passed was packed like sardines, so I skipped it and waited for the next one, which was less packed but still busy. Once at the correct stop and in the plaza, I could not find the "Non Solo Pizza" sign, which was next to my B+B, so walked around the whole circle and down a couple streets, and then asked a couple people for help. Luckily one girl at a game shop knew where Non Solo Pizza was, and it was literally where I had first entered the plaza from the metro. Whoops! I have a bad tendency of not surveying my surroundings enough before taking off in a (usually wrong) direction after getting off public transit. Fortunately I never get far before either asking for directions or turning around to go back to where I started.

Once I did find the B+B, it was really cute and the girl had even taken the time to put together a 3-day itinerary for me. I thought it would come in handy, since my personal tour guide would only be around for 24 hours. I was meeting up with Luca, a friend from high school who had been a foreign exchange student my junior year. He buzzed at the apartment before I was able to get my internet working, so my parents were worried about me over the next 24 hours while I was having the best time yet in Italy.

Luca and I at prom...clearly we did not bother
to coordinate our colors, I wasn't really into
that in high school. I think Luca has a photo
like this with every girl that went to prom.

At the Buffalo Marina enjoying the sunset...almost the last time
we saw each other for eleven years!

We headed out for the evening in the direction of the city center, Luca wanted me to see the sights at night. The first hour and a half or so we spent walking in circles, because Luca was pretending that he knew where to go, although we saw the same church three times (Luca will claim twice). It was a nice church at least! It was also good company with which to go around in circles. Luca and I hadn't seen each other in 11 years so we had lots to talk about!

Once we finally got headed in the right direction, I saw my first big Roman monument, the Colosseum. As soon as it came into view, I could hardly keep my eyes off it, and became really excited. I had plans to go inside the Colosseum (well, no tickets purchased yet, but it was what I wanted to do). Having seen the Arena in Verona, I sort of knew what to expect, but the Colosseum is much larger, and it has more texture to it. There are pock marks where smooth walls used to be attached--these were removed to be used for other purposes. Some day I will go back to Rome and actually go in, it wasn't in the cards for this trip.

The Colosseum at night.

The city is full of old Roman sites. I think modern-day Romans might be a bit
annoyed by what their ancestors left, because it blocks development. Luca said
that every time someone starts to dig they find something new that needs to be
studied. The city only has two metro lines; a third one that was under construction
is delayed indefinitely because of archeological discoveries.

I don't remember at exactly what time we finally stopped to have dinner. I had hoped to stop for a quick snack at the beginning of our walk, but I didn't push the issue and we didn't walk by many places with food anyhow. Luca had been to the place we went to before, and thought it was well-priced and that the food was high quality. I decided it would be best to let Luca order dinner, since I wanted to eat some typical Italian food. It was really fun listening to him talk in Italian with the waiter, but I had no idea what he ended up ordering. The first thing that came out was bruschetta--simple bread with olive oil and tomatoes, but I could not believe how delicious it tasted. I wanted a whole meal of it. Then came seafood risotto, again delicious, and octopus with spicy tomatoes (I didn't eat enough of it!). We finished the meal with limoncello and tiramisu. I should've had more of everything, but just another reason to go back!

The baby octopus that I ate, it was almost like eating calf's testicles because I
had to pretend I didn't know what I was eating. It was a whole (yet tiny) octopus in
my mouth!

After dinner we continued roaming the city, seeing many of the big sites, including the Trevi Fountain and the Spanish Steps. It was great at night because there were so few tourists out! Luca had a mental list of places he wanted to show me, I just wish I had taken more photos. We saw so many beautiful and deserted piazzas , including the Piazza Navona, which has three fountains. I really like fountains, it's something Vienna needs more of.

At the Spanish Steps a flower pedlar tried to get Luca to buy me flowers, and even though we insisted we didn't want any, he decided to give me some anyways. At that Luca was impressed by the guy's charm and handed him a few Euros. Another flower pedlar observed this and proceeded to give me another few flowers and then essentially demanded money; we were not impressed. In the end we walked away with a bunch of roses for a few Euros and a smooch, so I guess it wasn't a bad deal.

The Trevi Fountain at night was really beautiful, and there weren't too many people around it.

I was there! Luca took this photo on his phone...this was the time
of night when there were still people around. Later it was us, a
couple other tourists, and the cops.

The Roman Pantheon, originally built for all the Roman Gods, now a Christian church, built around 126 AD. I might have been more impressed with this building than the Colosseum, but I'd have to go back to see both again to be sure.

After wandering Rome into the wee hours of the night, Luca walked with me back to my apartment where we said goodnight. It was about 3am and I was exhausted. The next day we decided we were having too much fun together to go our separate ways, so I bought a ticket to Olbia, Sardegna and headed to Luca's island for the rest of my time in Italy. It was one moment that I was very glad to be traveling alone. Being able to make a last-minute decision like that with a travel partner would not have been easy. We spent most of the day figuring out tickets and then running around the city and then to the airport. Luca's Mom picked us up from the airport in Olbia. Thankfully, Luca's parents both speak English, but there was still a lot of Italian spoken while I was there. It was fun listening to their conversations and being able to pick up bits and pieces.

The next day in Olbia (Thursday) Luca had a video assignment that I got to go on. The day was warm and sunny, which was perfect because we'd be on a boat and a small island. First we had a traditional Italian breakfast, which consists of a coffee and a pastry at the local bar. We went to one where Luca's good friend works, and they had a funny conversation about the cappuccino Luca ordered for me. It came in a glass instead of the normal smallish coffee mug, because he ordered a "grande". I was very amused, but felt bad that I could only finish half of it--I'm not much of a coffee drinker, but do enjoy it occasionally. We then headed to pick up Luca's partner on the project and started the hour drive to the boat dock. The drive was through beautiful hilly areas, with twists and turns that I would've loved driving. Next time! We found the spot and loaded the gear in the boat and headed for the island.

We spent a while on the boat, where Luca and his partner shot photos and video
of the island. They had to wait for the sun and clouds to cooperate, because
there was a clear division between the blue water to our left and the grey water
that happened to be in front of the island.

The weather was great!

Even though the island was small, there were lots of nooks
for me to explore while the others were working.

While the men were working, I explored the island, and the boat driver found some fresh seafood for me to try. I didn't try it and wish I had, but didn't want to risk getting sick for my last days in Olbia. Apparently the boat driver was a member of the national competitive fishing team (I can't remember the exact name for it, but it was impressive). After we finished on the island we headed back to the house and I had a quick nap. We had pizza for dinner with Luca's parents and then Luca's friend (Giovanni) and friend's wife picked us up to go have a drink. Giovanni is from Italy and his wife is from Hungary, and they don't speak each other's language fluently yet, but somehow they're in love and married. I was a little embarrassed at one point because Giovanni told Luca to let me know the proper way to cheers. In Italy (and perhaps elsewhere) when your cheers before having a drink you're supposed to look at the person whose glass you're clinking. In America, you just throw your glasses into the middle and hope none of them break in the process.

The next day Luca let me sleep in while he did some business around town. When we finally did get going it was about 11am, and it was sunny but windy. Luca wanted to show me the sights around his part of the island. Luca took me to see the old tombs on the island, the "Tomb of Giants", which were from as far back as 1800 BC! We also saw the "Sa Testa Sacred Well", dating from about 1200 BC, it was full of water because it had just been raining recently. I was impressed by the history of this place and wanted to know more. In North America, we don't have many archeological sites that are so old, but they're everywhere on this island. We also saw some beautiful beaches where Luca used to go as a child, and ate a picnic lunch at another popular beach.

Tomb of Giants. Because it's off-season, we could walk all over around these.

View from the castle we went to.

Some pretty flowers, I really liked the colors.

It was warm enough to stick my feet in the sand and water.

Some "strawberry tree" berries that weren't quite ripe enough to eat.

Luca had planned for us to go to a traditional Italian dinner, but the place he wanted to go to was closed for the season. We decided to stay in and his Mom cooked us a meal (or it may have been leftovers, either way it was delicious). We had pasta in a shape I'd never seen before (each region of Italy has it's own pasta), and homemade pasta sauce. Then we had a beef tenderloin wrapped around carrots and artichoke, and finished with a salad. They were all shocked at the amount of vinegar I put on my salad since they thought it was bad vinegar, tasted fine to me! We finished the meal with a traditional Sardinian dessert, "seadas", which is a cheese-filled fritter that is fried and then topped with local honey. I was very pleasantly surprised at how delicious this was, Americans don't tend to eat too much cheese for dessert (although we do have cheesecake, which I love). I hoped I was acting as grateful as I felt, because his Mom really went to some trouble cooking us a meal at the last minute change of plans.

During the meal we also had some beverages, including wine made by a neighbor, and homemade Mirto. Luca's Dad was telling me how they make the mirto, and then they mentioned how they had a jar of the preparation in the cupboard that they started in 2003. The preparation is basically vodka and the mirto berries, and they are sealed in a jar so the berries infuse into the vodka. Luca's Mom pulled down the jar from the top shelf, and his Dad decided to open it to check how it was doing (after ten years). He exclaimed that it was good, and stated that since he'd opened it, they'd have to finish the liqueur. It's a lengthy process of adding some syrup and then taste-testing, so by the time you get close to a good product the world must be spinning. Then his Mom started chuckling and pulled down another preparation that she found hiding in the cupboard, this one even older. I think they'll have no shortage of mirto any time soon.

I'm actually really glad that we decided to stay in for dinner, this was my last night Olbia. Listening to the Italian being spoken and seeing Luca interact with his parents was fun for me. It was probably the best cultural experience I had the whole time in Italy. The next day I was to get up before dawn to catch my flight back to Rome, where I would then head back to Vienna. It was sad leaving Italy and Luca, but we made a promise that it would not be another ten years before seeing each other!