The hot tub, which fitted for Italian and not for a normal human, disclosed the other specialty. The buttons didn’t react on my pressing and rolling was on three hundred thirty without fixed point. It was acquaintance with famous Italian unworkable quality. Instruction said that I should ask reception in that case. I smiled to it. Though I never discovered an active hot tub in the hotels. I see, it’s something mythic.
The second day in Rome planned to have in visitation places of an ancient empire. I began with searching of Trajan’s Market. The city’s map was contradictive with reality. I absolutely felt Italian by that. I couldn’t detect Trajan’s Market with having suspicion that I made wrong pen’s mark what will precisely.
I didn’t visit Trajan’s Market as I lost with them interest to other sightseeing due to ancient history isn’t exciting me. It’s one of things why I don’t want to live in Rome. The city had imperial fragments everywhere. I saw at total from Capitol Hill and I walked nearby at Coliseum in a past visit, which was full for me. I didn’t want to pay for ticket in a town where many savage drivers are not familiar with road rules. I can’t pay until it willn’t fix. I erased intentions with the most places of Roman Empire and Museum of Police Cars for tomorrow was impossible already by that given money for a ticket will direct to carabinieri. Sad, but it’s reality as I passed a test weeks ago on US state in which I must live and an answer was Alaska.
Walking is preference for knowing city and move through non-tourist routes. I already saw many bums in two days. I was in places with smells of activity of homeless people. I was going to cross Tiber on the street had a sharp scent caused me to coughing. A bum with whom I crossed paths was tensed on me by that.
Rome isn’t a large town. I crossed Circus Maximus with switched on imagination of how it looked and what was going. Somewhere I recalled chariot scenes in divine Ben-Hur with Chuck Heston. I turned back in the end for wrap around a scale.
Eventually I found Baths of Caracala to which I had any of curiosity. I again drew in imagination a look of used to be a grandiose place. I experienced a large pool. Mosaic with imperial folklore and marble floor recreated design details.
I returned in hotel for rewriting plans on giving finances into Rome’s economics and save only payment to Museum of Risorgimento. A time of modern history is one what pull in me. I was nearby of it today.
I was thinking to visit and get a Roman pizza in Li Rioni after Coliseum. It had doubtful in popularity among tourists. Usually, it isn’t good. I saw the places became highly demanding and it turned into destruction of quality. Yesterday, I forgot on pizzeria Dar Poeta, which I wanted to visit. It has a family-made wine – I didn’t believe in excellence when who knows. I saved Pepito’s in a list, which choose locals.
I entered in metro for getting to know from a cashier on free entrance in the next two days. I drove to Trastevere, but I left a train on station before by assuming that I arrived when I revealed that I didn’t see one more stop.
I was succeed to understand this Italian map for come inside in a little and charming Pepito’s. English of a waitress wasn’t perfect, but fine enough. This circumstance was wonderful. I agreed on menu on Italian, which wasn’t hard. I asked two times and the waitress decided to give me an English text. The first pizza, which title I didn’t save in mind, hadn’t an also forgotten name of ingredient. I instantly detected Rocketduck contained smoked ham, mozzarella, mushrooms and tomato. Of drinks was hazardous production of Coca-Cola, crafted beer – a word combination of individually disgusting things, a bottle of water gave a smile to us both. No hot tea. I ordered a quarter of red wine whose title I didn’t save too. A minute was spent on get answer on quantity of degrees. The waitress understood by asking on “gradi”. I gave a positive answer. It was surprising thirteen degrees whereas a scent optioned on stronger number. I also spent minutes for explanation of why a faucet doesn’t react in the resting room. It revealed in pedal under sink. Basic happiness was in that Pepito’s cooks a Roman pizza as I was searching for in the Eternal Town.
Burned in edges. Unusual in beginning caused to thought on asking of olive oil existence. Incredible in the middle with blessed melting of mozzarella, juicy mushrooms and tender ham. It was with wonderful flawless wine, whose year and origin what left unknown, and wonderful music as Lucy in the Sky of Diamonds by Beatles and Is This Love? performed by Whitesnake. The waitress and two men in the end, who must be owners, did Italian.
Night Rome is magical in little of people and slowly moving drivers on cars. Would I like to have childhood here? It would be curious. But still not live there.