Eternal Return

After two years, Kate and I returned to Roma during our Thanksgiving vacation. Although it rained ninety percent of the time we were there, the colors of the city stood bold even in the bleakness of fat raindrops and an endless gray. Our baristas, the coffee makers who made our daily cafe latte, sold the bar and moved on - this put
us in sad spirits early on, but we hoped they found something more fulfilling in their lives; we still ordered our cafe latte and it tasted so good. It is always baffling how they can make it THAT much better than anyone else outside of Italy; there is no comparison. Of course this applies to the food too - one amazing meal after another, from lunch to dinner, Thursday through Saturday, pastas and pizzas, foccacia and gnocchi, with bottles of red and Aqua Panna, and then an Old Bridge gelato to top it all off - best food in the world.

My words have failed me, but the pictures I take type into beautiful stanzas: