A day before Christmas.
It began with having Italian shower. A faucet was in front of my eyes. Then I had breakfast what usually Italian don’t do and prefer coffee from Italian size of cup in that time. I chose it dish, because I hadn’t pleasure to a big plastic glass. I would remove a star from this hotel for that and the second one for unworkable the hot tub gave pure Italian experience.
I walked to Vatican for only want to look on Christmas tree. I hadn’t wish to celebrate there by uncomforting to crowded places and these with smartphones who will make few photos, which will stay in oblivion with other thousands pictures.
I arrived to there and made observation movement. I did stop at both fountains by being magnetized of their designing beauty and engineering magnificent by watching water stick to chalice and create a miracle. More ten years ago I dived my head in one of them for rid from a heat of the sun. Water is pleasant in touching. I looked on it’s cleanness and wished a full diving.
I took eyes on impressive carved statues recreating birth of Christ. My nose caught lovable fresh wood. Then I thought on 3D printer.
John Paul II entered tradition to install the Christmas tree in 1982. I saw unattractive a column shape and decorated in big one colorless balls and flat paper ones with unmatured images as awkward hippie’s peace sign. Is this the Christmas tree a part of Francis’s proclaimed humbleness?
I took metro for planned intention to visit Museum of Risorgimento. I reached Cavour station and made walking by stopping for look on ruins of Roman Empire. I saw entrance to wishful place from there. After times of looking on columns I approached to Museum of Risorgimento hadn’t live activity. It should be open. Maybe, an other entrance. I used upstairs for eventual situating inside of a basilica. I did usual movement. Even floor was designed in tombs on which you automatically didn’t want to step. I took a sit. I was watching on ceiling and imagined how all that installed. From there was main entrance, which was exit for me to downstairs moved away from Capitol Hill. I moved back and turned right to little square for see searchable carabinieri from whom I asked on entrance to Museum of Risorgimento. They directed to the green doors, which I saw. I told what I saw there. One of carabinieri checked on opening and informed on positive. I was offered in two ways of reaching an initial place. I walked by alternative way. I walked around Victor Emmanuel II’s palace and returned to still closed doors. I pushed them for confidence. That gave me a lot of unfilled time before Checchino dal 1887 will open at 12.30. I checked every point for say to myself that I looked everywhere. Few times I listened in pieces Beat It by Michael Jackson, which was playing on the parallel side. I took a sit on a bench for ended that I willn’t see Museum of Risorgimento.
I turned around to a station on which I arrived. Probably, as I thought, because I haven’t watch, which I would take if it wouldn’t situate deep in wardrobe, which I nailed, covered in cardboards and wrapped until unknown time in future, that I should return to the hotel, but that underground had one opposite directing and I didn’t wish to look for a needful one, which should be at nearby. Metro riding was entertainment for me. I crossed Piramide station, which is the closest stop to restaurant and I was there a day before by returning from Pepito’s by seeing an installed monument. I hoped on each station, but it was without discovery, wish to see a time on display. Rome was losing it’s historical part and I was looking on unattractive big buildings. I left train on Basilica San Paolo, because I saw crossing with back line. I caught a personal time board at the exit to which I came closer for confirmation. It was 12.18. Arriving and walking, which will in almost circling of pyramid for detecting correct street, will more than enough.
I turned on the last street for see the restaurant for Christmas lunch. A cashier inside didn’t speak English. I passed a first question that I’m one person. I guessed that the second was about eating now or reserve, but wasn’t sure in it. Came her an old waiter repeated the first question in Italian on which I brilliantly repeated answer and same magnificence was failure with the second one. He asked “Now?” I positively answered. The waiter guided to mine table and brought QR-code of menu. It was a third time since November of situation where I say that I haven’t a smartphone. Came a younger waiter who had some idea on English and served me eventually understood what I was talking about although I always stuttered in words by training to use any Italian word, which I knew. My order in fifty five euros included chicken “Hunter Style”, beef’s viscera, home-made biscuits, a pot of bagged “be damned” tea. I was offered in bottle of water for start from what I declined. I hadn’t it’s Italian habit to have any aperitif in which also offered in Pepito’s.
The chicken with was cut on pieces had divine sauce on whose origin I asked the waiter who told the ingredients in: vinegar, white wine, rosemary and garlic. “Incredible combination!” was in thoughts. The waiter had an imposing big curly hair on one side and goatee beard added that the sauce can have differences. It’s a dish of central Italy where the waiter mentioned Lazio and Umbria. It’s startling chicken required a garnish. I had five pieces of white bread, which all of them were used.
Viscera of animals, which was with drinking of a first pot of tea, included liver, sweet bread, intestines and testicles. Christmas lunch was going to be memorable. No complexity in cooking by keeping in tomato and throw on a pan for few minutes. I would turned off a gas earlier. I tasted the liver, whose spices did it unlikeable. Intestines had cannibalistic feeling. I thought they with inside of what bull ate. Sweet bread and testicles were nice for eating, but the weren’t extravagant. I more incline to that it’s dish came from poverty. I had detest to intestines and wished to rinse my mouth. The resting room was busied. I waited a little time for see a walking out person. I had a piece of one intestines unfinished, because I couldn’t eat it.
Home-made biscuits had look of box with cookies, which can buy in the nearest shop and I had excellent of them after tasting of got. Biting of one type of cookie occupied my teeth by sticking and have a big size. I was chewing many times for rid from that.
I came back to a room in the hotel for be surprised in chocolate Teddy. It was produced by great maker Lindt. I should eat it before finishing Gatorade of whose bottles is blue is one is right. I was horrifying in mutilations of a bear, which I was committing by my biting.
I was lying on a bed, did switching of channels with no idea what are they talking about and I expected when I put champagne into fridge, which I will use with Brie President. I chose news informed on country’s events. My attention took reportage from Vatican had not many people at 18.45 and lighted tree. I didn’t detect the last thing in Vatican visiting. I wanted to see it. I put Ruinart Brut in a fridge and moved to there. On a way I will situated on a first seen Christmas decorated street.
More strict control in metal detectors was passed with clear soul. Lights improved look of the Christmas tree, but it still wasn’t attractive. I returned in excitement to fountains. Then I decided to ask nearby guards on beginning of Christmas mess. It will in 19.30 when his watches had 19.13. I decided to wait. Finally, I came to palace where it was going to happen and to where, as I found, you can buy ticket in six to two months before. I walked to a center. One person was in front of me. Later I could take a sit what I never used. That man didn’t hold and release place for me where I put my arms on a barrier. The big screens launched broadcasting. All right singing chorus of people, unimpressive boy performance due to I never had exciting to child singing, quoting of Bible and abysmal work of cinematographer who obsessed on zooming and director who haven’t vibe in switching of cameras. I stayed for one hour of Christmas mess, which already was devil so long. The event isn’t of my taste. And I didn’t want to stay until twelve o’clock in surrounding of people with smartphones. I didn’t feel atmosphere for passed time in watching broadcasting, seeing doves in the sky and listening bells. I wouldn’t wait even for getting opportunity to see Pope Francis. He is a tough guy by his bouncer past and saying extreme phrases but nevertheless I haven’t excitement to him as to Pope John Paul II. I abandoned Vatican.
Christmas lighted street, which part was taken in movement to other state, had whole walking through. The spirit didn’t situate.
No awaiting of midnight. The champagne was open. It had a little bitterness in introduction taste, but was possible for drinking. Feeling of it enhanced after more sips. Ruinart, which is the oldest champagne company founded in 1729, was abysmal in drinking. Aftertaste had prolong disgust of bitterness. Who heard a story on Dom Perignon - knows this one.
The Christmas Day.
I would take train to Terni in that day. I didn’t do due to date. Uncivilized drivers usually on Italian and elongated Italian cars caused me that I willn’t return in Rome until they will read and will learn a book of road rules. I see bunch of news on incidents by writing in searcher on death of pedestrians in Rome. That gives sadness by that I wanted to visit Museum of Risorgimento. Unification of Italy mostly is event of this country and it’s museum is the richest on things relating to time (what is mistake as I will know later.). I dazed on how many unique items it has.
In the day when everything closed, I moved to the Gardens of Villa Borghese. I met with Egyptian obelisk, which with palms not so far reminded on wideness of Roman Empire. I checked Basilica di Santa Maria del Popolo where headed a mess. I didn’t want to disturb by nearby walking and especially entrance was only to the benches. I did short look on just design and walked out from a parallel door.
I did visit for Temple of Asclepius had prettiness on pictures. It’s Greek monument located on island on little lake. I missed it’s road, did wrong one way, returned, came to the closed gates from there I saw the Temple and soon revealed on opened other route. I hadn’t rapture for eyes to blank building, which was LEGO constructor.
I had churches and other variable places in the list in which I strike off all them. Trevi Fountain was what left. I will express rapture to design, meticulous work and creativity of it. There usually throw a coin into water for return in Rome. I didn’t want it and go down stairs or cross a barrier for touch water by having discomfort that it settled of tourists. A late evening would be a time for visit.
