Piedi nudi

Alright, naptime for the little boy so I can write. He has chicken pox (We think. I hope that’s what it is because I already had chicken pox. We’ll see).

Last weekend we went to the grandparent’s house in Anzio. It was beautiful. Their house was nice and big and they had a huge backyard perfect for playing in. And they were really close to the beach, not really walking distance but close. The water was ridiculously warm, guess that made up for the utter lack of waves. The ocean is like a giant lake here. The little girl and I had tons of fun building stuff out of sand. We’ve overcome the lauguage barrier enough to communicate well but I still speak in English and tell her what things are all the time. She does the same right back to me. It’s like we’re in a friendly war over who can get the other to learn their language. She wants to win and never have to hear English again. Her parents keep telling her that’s the sole reason I’m here. It’s only been a week though, we can go far in 2+ months.

I went to Mass on Sunday and was baffled out of my mind trying to keep up with the Mass and understand /learn Italian at the same time. My brain really doesn’t like to do a million things at once. I am a master mumbler though, and I at least know the basic phrases. And pace means peace, and that’s the only time anyone’s really paying any attention to what you’re saying anyway. When I got home from Mass we went out on the grandparents’ boat, which was amazing. The water was cold farther out so the kids didn’t really want to swim but we had a good time just chilling in the boat. There were a ton of sailboats out since it was a nice windy day, and there was a group of those tiny little beginner sailboats having a race. I totally wanted to be one of those kids. Sitting in the equivalent of a bucket with a garbage bag on a stick, almost dipping your bum in the water because you have to sit on one side to steer and avoid the boom, but having the time of your life. I totally want to try that someday, but I think I’m too big for the baby boats.

Yesterday I went into the city center again, went to Adoration in San Pietro (and spent like 2 hours in the church, I don’t know that I’ll ever get tired of that place. The sheer number of people there is annoying, but the church itself is really something else) and then just wandered. I didn’t try to see any main tourist sights, I just wanted to soak up the essence of Rome. It’s a beautiful thing. And I had gelato for lunch again, at Old Bridge, which was recommended to me by some UD Romers. Or whatever they call themselves. It was quite delicious.

I’m so happy to have some followers on my blog! And even a comment, yay! I love you all and miss you. Hope life is as awesome at home as it is here.

Oh PS, I learned an Italian phrase that's my favorite at the moment: piedi nudi. It means barefoot but literally translated it means naked feet. Hahahaha I love it. The housekeeper here asked me today if all Americans go around barefoot (because I'm always barefoot when I'm in the house) and I told her it's just me because I'm crazy. The Grandma told me she has a bike she'd let me use so maybe I'll get to do some barefoot bike riding here. How great would that be?