Our First Night in Rome

Rob confided after arriving in Amsterdam that heprovided a wake up call for Peg. She was
didn't feel like he was in a foreign country, yet.awakened by birds singing, which is not a bad
That was how I felt until just a short time laterway to start the day.
on the second leg of our flight. I raised the plasticAfter settling in I took a short trip around the
curtain at my window seat, which revealed theblock to scout out the area. I left a note and
snowy Alps below. I saw peaks and glaciers astook a walk. I think I was looking for a friendly
well as peaceful river valleys. In one I thought Iplace to have a glass of wine or beer like Cheers
saw Heidi and her grandfather as they waved.in Boston. After walking a very short distance and
Arriving in Rome our five couples took two cabsturning a few corners I found what I was looking
to two different hotels. Our van driver spoke afor. I chose the second bar on the block. I chose
little English and pointed out some of the sights asa seat outside on the street at the Amici Bar (we
we passed classical Roman ruins and sights withintranslated this to mean The Friendly Bar . . . and it
the city.was.).
Soon we were in our rooms at the CambridgeI had hardly a chance to get comfortable when
Hotel, unpacked and asleep. As Americans weour group arrived. Jan and Mike must have turned
were all used to a hotel being a building withthe block to the Cambridge and I turned the block
overnight rooms for rent at a certain location. Ingoing the other way. Our mood and outlook
Rome we were introduced to Eurorooms wherechanged from jetlag to adventure.
a hotel could mean just one floor of hotel roomsWith a cigarette and a beer Randy's eyes popped
at a certain location, which means several hotelsopen and a smile spread across his face. A giggling
could share the same location with each floorSue looked out at the occasional scooter darting
being a different hotel.past parked cars and confided between toasts,
Our rooms were all on the third floor. There was"This is what I dreamed Rome would be like."
a continental breakfast on the first floor, andThe staff at the Amici joked with us and plied us
across from the office on the ground floor was awith a free taste of some kind of lemon liquor
small business office for guests with a printer, aand excused our lack of Italian language skills.
computer and connection to the internet.Unlike America, almost any kind of store or shop
Everyone at the different hotels shared theis a drinking establishment in Italy. If you visit a
services including a very, very small elevator,Gelateria (an Italian ice cream store), you can
which served us all. With either Rob or myself atorder hard liqour. Randy is mostly a beer drinker,
the narrow end of the elevator, our shouldersbut is willing to try just about anything when he is
touched the two outside walls. You would thinkon an adventure. A few days later in Tuscany we
that two people and a bag would be pretty muchbought something similar to the Lemonchello, but
of an overload, but we never had any mechanicalit wasn't the same. Perhaps, we should have
problems. It worked perfectly.taken notes.
For eighty Euros a night each couple had a roomUpon leaving the restaurant, we gave our waiter
with a lavatory and a shower combination. Thea Mountain Bar (produced by Brown & Haley
bathroom was down the hall offering two toiletsin Tacoma, Washington. The candy bar is shaped
that also served as shower stalls. Our showerlike our own Mt. Rainier, which dominates the
didn't work and the "down the hall" option didn'tskyline of the Puget Sound area of home.). We
appeal to us, so we waited a couple of days for aknew the bar stayed open until 8:30 pm and
shower.opened again at 6:00 am. This gave us a
The rooms had fifteen-foot ceilings and handrestaurant we knew we could come back to if
painted doors and armoirs. The floors werewe couldn't find another one that evening and also
marble. We were lucky to get rooms at thegave us a place for coffee in the morning.
Cambridge. The staff were helpful and the roomsWe headed out to a "hop on hop off" tour bus of
were clean.central Rome. I fell asleep during the tour and I
We didn't book the rooms because of theirdon't think any of us ever hopped off. The tickets
brochure, otherwise we would have beenwere good for twenty-four hours, however. Keep
disappointed. The brochure has great photographsyour receipts. When visiting other cities in Italy
and from appearances, you would assume you(like Florence) you can buy discounted tickets
were booking accomodations in a four or five starfrom the same company there by showing your
hotel. The Cambridge is nowhere in thosetickets from Rome.
categories. Nothing came out crawling or scurryingAfter riding the bus, we were ready for dinner.
during the night, so I was happy.Although it was still early for Italians to eat, we
A window in the hallway looked out into a shaftwere starving. We stopped into the strangest
where people dried their laundry on clotheslines.place: The Living Room Bar Café ( We
We thought this was quaint at first, but this isstumbled into what looked like a typical bar, and
more universal. People everywhere in Italy drythe waiter poured us each a glass of sparkling
their clothes outside, besides saving electricity, thewhite wine. While we drank, the waiter stepped
warm air dries clothes quickly. It is veryinto the dining room and arranged a table for ten.
convenient. Out in the countryside the clothes pickSoon the music changed from techno-pop to
up a fresh smell . . . perhaps, not so much in thegeezer music and Frank Sinatra was crooning
city.some of his worst songs as we all laughed and
For us the climate was warm. A constantlysang along. "So, here's to you, Mrs. Robinson . . .
running radiator in our room was a thorn in ourwhoa, whoa, whoaaaaaaaa."
side. I kept our window open, which was pleasant,The bathroom featured swinging doors and toilets
but a little loud. In the late evening we could hearand lavatories that didn't really work, but we had
constant crowds having a great time, but wea nice time. The carbonara was excellent and the
couldn't see them. Peg and I would hang out theantipasti feautred parmasean cheese slivers,
window and look onto a mostly deserted street.tomatoe slices, salami and rocket. The food was
Just a few meters down the block there was agood and the wine went down easily.
private courtyard or garden. Perhaps, there wasWe arrived back at the hotels early in the evening
unseen partying going on there, although Pegsand laid down for a little nap. We were tired and
says it belonged to a convent. If so they werehappy to be in Rome.
having a great time after vespers. The garden