Sunday Torture

I've just spent a half hour torturing myself by watching a travel tv show about Rome.  Which actually wasn't the worst torture; the worst part of the torture was when I decided to look my favorites up on the internet.  I never really connect my Italy with the internet, because when I went, it was right before the Internet was really, you know, omnipresent.  It would have never occurred to me to look up the restaurants and cafes when I got home, because there wasn't really...surfing like there is now.  The school itself had no computers, and we were advised to not bring out computers with.  We all bought a varying amount of internet time from a little bookstore in Trastevere, and most of us managed to send weekly emails home.  Mostly, though, we bought phone cards and called home.  Oh, and all of our papers were handwritten. 

Anyway, I think that's why I've never looked up my places on the Internet; I think I just didn't even think about it.  But I did today.  Not everything is online, and since a couple places are little, out of the way, non-touristy places, I didn't expect much.  But I did find L'Insalata Ricca, which is a little chain, but a chain that I probably ate at once a week when I lived there, and hope to eat at a few times at least when we go in a month.  (Hoooooooly shit, it's essentially a month away!)  The menu is online (though hard to find, just be aware) and I just spent fifteen minutes reading it.  Oh god, it's awful.  I should have just put the longing aside and kept to my vow to not get overly excited about this trip.  If I'm not careful, I'll be utterly useless in a few weeks, as I prepare for it.  Oh, who am I kidding?  I'm already useless whenever I think about it.

But I just want to not torture myself anymore.  We'll see.

Comments

[Rita]

I totally forgot you were going to Rome. I'm so very very jealous. I sometimes miss Brek a lot. It was a lame-o chain, I know, but we spent so much time there. *sigh* jealousy consumes me. Were you the one who showed me pascucci's website? It's cute.

You know, I would be happy to go with you in a serving capacity. I could carry your bags, watch out for gypsies and fend off umbrella guys for you. I would even get up early and get you cappucino and "una bomba" from 'Scucci's. Whatever you wanted. Just take me with you! Please?

I'm trying to convince the boy to take me to Italy for the honeymoon, but I don't see it happening... Rome is so nice in October.

[Mavis]

I second Rita's emotion. Every spring I have pains romaniscent of the smell of the city in April - dirty and fresh at the same time. It's etched into my olfactory senses, and I usually end up calling one of the other Romers sniveling and yowling about when are we going back? Le sigh. Please give it my love. I am insanely jealous. Though I hope to God you're not flying Alitalia. Blech.