Rudy’s Roman Blog

“Honestly, I don’t know what Italy has that we don’t,” Rudy remarked when I got back from Rome earlier this month. “You realize you’ve been gone the equivalent of…”

Where Romans roam

Where Romans roam

I spaced out while he did the math—7 over 1 times 12, multiplied by 2 meals minus 3 weeks—and then presented me with some number so high only dogs could hear it.

“Well for starters, there’s the Villa Doria Pamphili,” I said. “Four hundred acres that function like the lungs of Rome. I saw some of your people there.”

Not a leash in sight

Buon giorno.

Nooks everywhere

No leashes…

Backdrop for walking, biking, running...

Nice backdrop for walking, biking, running…

“Hmmm, let me see if I can paint a picture,” I said. “Not that I’m trying to convince you or anything, but there are some pretty great markets, like the daily one at Campo de Fiori.”

Campo di Fiore market

Campo de Fiori’s daily market

“I do like pigeons,” he said, zeroing in on the bird conspicuously catching some late-morning shade.

“And lots of outdoor cafes.”

Santa Maria in Trastevere cafes

Santa Maria in Trastevere

He yawned and feigned disinterest.

“Granted, there are occasional hindrances,” I paused, thinking of the sign posted inside the Sant’Agnese in Agone church, in Piazza Navona.

Posted in Piazza Navona

“I can’t enter.”

“Ma perche?” Rudy looked offended. “Maybe they just mean big dogs?”

“Not to worry,” I interrupted. “You’ve still got the rest of Piazza Navona to explore, and it’s huge.”

The loooong view

The loooong view

He was quiet for a moment.

“Wanna see some more pigeons?” I asked.

On the Castel Sant Angelo's Bridge of Angels

On the Castel Sant Angelo’s Bridge of Angels

“I do like birds,” he hedged. “But what about cats?”

Je Suis Ping Pong

In Trastevere

“Ah, i gatti,” I nodded. “Plenty of those, too. Some of my favorites are in the Trastevere neighborhood, along the Tiber.”

La Dolce Vita

La Dolce Vita

Dreamy Tiber

A dreamy Tiber

“You’d like the gelato,” I said, after a moment.

In the shadow of the Pantheon

In the shadow of the Pantheon

He nodded. “I see they have cold drinks, too?”

“And the smells,” I said. “Roman smells. Ancient Roman smells.”



He tried to look away.

“Do they have bacon?” he asked abruptly.

“Yes, and it’s used in a delicious pasta dish called Carbonara.”

But in the end, it was the Dolce Vita attitude that really spoke to him. Rudy can be a little wired, as he’s the first to admit.

High noon...

High noon…

Break time.

Break time.

Cat nap.

Cat nap.

So tyud.

So tyud.

“I could use un po de relax,” he said, slipping into Italian slang. And in the end, he concede that Rome might have possibilities, and he’d put it on his bucket list.

“I thought you’d never come back to me,” he sighed.

It was hard.

It was hard.

Rome. Roam. Home.

Dog parking

Dog parking

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6 Responses to Rudy’s Roman Blog

  1. gail says:

    That Rudy……he’s a tough sell! Especially love the kitty and canine photos!!

  2. DPG says:

    Welllllll…you’ll just have to take Sr. R along for the ride next time, no??? Then he can write his blog al fresco. :-} (That is, if he’s not napping or lounging or otherwise imbibing in some sunny spot…) Love the journey, thanks for sharing, and glad you’re back in the swing!!!!! xoxo

  3. ML says:

    Love: “A number so high only dogs could hear it”! and Cat with Je suis Ping Pong…??
    Glad you are back by Rudy’s side where you belong, or so he says. But even more glad the muse woke up and you could share this fun story and gorgeous pix.

  4. jane preston says:

    Lovely………….was just thinking about your blog the other day and wondering when another would appear. xo

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