The first and foremost thing I'm going to miss most of all is of course the food. Mmmm... There are just some things Italians do better than the rest of the world, and food is by far one of them. I'm probably going to go into gelato withdrawal once I leave, but its going
|Disappointed because at first I thought this was|
spaghetti, but the girl with the chopsticks reveals
that this is, in fact, noodles. Not very Italian like I
first thought, but oh well.
Another thing I'm going to miss about Rome is blogging, but I've already mentioned that. I really will miss writing and know that once I get back, I'm going to be so excited to write to you all. I'm also going to miss my big beautiful house and my comfortable bedroom. When I'm here I actually feel at home, and so I'm going to miss it. I'm going to miss the city itself, which I love to pieces. But I have new cities to explore.
|Don't even think about it.|
I'm worried for my sister, Nicole, who's coming to Rome in May. Nicole is almost three years older than me and about three inches shorter. She's naturally tanned with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. She can definitely pass for an Italian here, except maybe for her fashion
|Ladies and gentlemen - my sister.|
Will work for food.
Last night, the parents had a ridiculous dinner party with all their other fabulous Italian friends. Looking at the women in their fancy designer outfits made me feel like a kid in a candy store. I just wanted to try them all on! I socialized a bit with them while the kids played in the kitchen. There were 10 kids in total over at the house who belonged to some of the parents at the party. So I got to drink expensive champagne, eat olives, and converse with some of Rome's wealthiest people. I only ventured into the party room to look at the outfits again and steal some crackers, but this woman in a beautiful purple wrap dress came up beside me, squeezed my hip, and demanded something in Italian. I shook my head and said, "Inglese e Franchese", and of course she speaks fluent English. Everyone does. She asked me again in English, "How do you stay so thin?"
Now, this woman was the same size as me. I just shrugged my shoulders and said thank you. But this woman wanted the dirt. "Do you throw up?" She asked me. Umm, no?! I tried to remain as composed as I could, but how inappropriate of her. I just laughed and excused myself to the kitchen, where it turns out the real party was. I left the adults to continue smoking their cigarettes, spill wine down their clothes, and laugh about how beautiful everyone is and how wonderful it is to have such large paychecks.
The kids were having a burping contest and the cook, Veronica, was telling me stories about her life. I'm telling you, this woman knows how to cook a pan. She made so many different things from lasagna to pasta to goat's cheese salad to smoked salmon. She also made the best rice that a person could possibly dream of. It was a sticky kind of rice dressed in pesto sauce, and had these impossibly juicy little tomatoes cooked in with them. I probably ate a pound of it. Then for dessert, we had that weird Italian Christmas cake and a delicious coffee mocca chocolate cake with walnuts. I left the house feeling so satisfied.
Afterwards I went out with some other au pairs girls and we went to Piazza Navona where the carnival was and rode the carousel. I felt like I was in Port Dalhousie where the big beautiful carousel is. This one definitely wasn't as big or as cheap to ride (10 cents a ticket in Port Dalhouse!), but it was still beautiful and lit up with twinkling gold lights. Apparently Italians really love the carnival, because it was still up and running
|Love of my life - nutella.|
First of all, his name is Alfredo. We think that maybe this is just code to get into all the clubs around the world. If you say 'I'm on Alfredo's list', you will automatically get in for free and skip the line. Anyway, Alfredo is one of the biggest club promoter's in Rome. But he used to live in Los Angeles while working as a dancer. OF COURSE... Why wouldn't he? I'm beginning to think he's a bit like Charlie and that these foreign au pair girls are his angels.
|I so call being Cameron Diaz.|