Rome

The thing I loved the most about Rome was the food. Usually when I travel I get sick of eating out no matter how good the food is, but this was not the case with Rome. I loved the pasta, and had it for lunch and dinner. At times much to the dismay of my waiters I ordered it for both my dinner courses. I did not care how silly I looked ordering two first courses and no meat course; I could not get enough of the pasta. I didn’t even really try any other variety of pasta beyond the spaghetti, because as I mentioned I loved the pasta.

I was also greatly disappointed with the men in Italy. I had heard numerous stories about my backside getting sore from the amount of pinching it was going to receive, but it was not pinched once! Not once, though I did not see any other women getting pinched either. The men were flirtatious and complimentary but not any more than men in DC. My friends tell me I have a “don’t mess with me” look on my face, and perhaps that is why my backside remained intact.