with yet another trip to the Fontana de Trevi
27.07.2011 - 04.08.2011
It was another hot and sunny day in Venice when I checked out of the Albergo San Marco, grateful to be rid of that odd and rude little man at the front desk. Since I was retracing my steps that day, traveling was easy. I arrived at the train station in Venice, bought my ticket and waited for my train. In typical Italian fashion not all the doors to the train were open so I felt like a salmon swimming upstream to my seat, but I finally put my bag in the overhead compartment and settled into my seat. Did I mention I did the entire trip to Europe with a carryon only? I was so very proud of that. I watched a lovely woman named Sylvia, who was from Cuba, spend 2 weeks in Europe with a carryon only on a previous trip and I was so impressed. So now when I pack I stand in front of my closet and ask "what would Sylvia do?"
On the train back to Rome I met the most wonderful family from Boston. They were sweet and funny and we had a very nice visit. We were about the same age and Dad seemed very impressed that I was traveling alone. 'No trouble at all' I told him, smiling to myself.
I arrived at the train station in Rome a bit sad. When I left, my son Clay and his girlfriend Alesia were there. Now I knew I was in Rome alone and I missed them already. A quick cab ride to the Hotel Forum and I was reunited with my beloved passport that had been lost to me four days before. I made dinner reservations for later that night at the rooftop restaurant at the Forum Hotel and then found my room. The rooms really are quite lovely at the Forum Hotel. I would definitely recommend it, and thanks to a friend for recommending it to me.
It was late afternoon when I arrived in Rome and I had two things I had to do before my dinner reservations that evening. The first was to have one last gelato. Seriously, I am in love with gelato. The second was to toss a coin into the Fontana de Trevi so that I would return to Rome someday. I had done it four days before, but then returned to Rome to retrieve my passport only four days later. I had to throw another coin in so that another day, another trip, I would return to Rome again.
I may have mentioned in my other blog posts that I have the most horrible sense of direction ever but I was determined to walk to the Trevi. With a few directions from the local police along the way I made it, got my gelato and sat there for about an hour. I enjoyed watching the couples take photographs in front of the Trevi, families ham it up for the camera, and single people like myself holding their cell phones out to photograph themselves. When it was finally time to walk back to the hotel I was completely turned around. Rome, being built on all those hills (and all those hills looking exactly the same), completely confused me. I gave it my best effort, but quickly realized I was way off and took a cab back to the hotel.
That evening I had a Bellini in the rooftop bar at the Forum Hotel. It was a beautiful place to watch the sunset over a beautiful and ancient city. Then I walked down to the Rooftop Restaurant and had the most delicious dinner. My waiter was so helpful. He made recommendations and I enjoyed my meal so much. The entree he recommended was a spiral pasta tossed with swordfish, tomatoes and olives and it was heavenly. I ordered the Creme Brulee for dessert and it wasn't like ours. It had the consistency of flan with a dark and wonderful sauce running through it. No hard topping. It was the perfect end to a perfect dinner. The restaurant would have been incredibly romantic for two.
I slept well, getting up early to take just a few more photographs before I started my long day of traveling home. I always leave a part of my heart in Italy and look forward to returning someday.