(This is a mini-diary
I wrote while on holiday in Rome in 2002.)
The Italian Job!
Saturday 20th April 2002
Rome is amazing! Even before we'd left the airport we'd bumped into Anne Bancroft
and Mel Brookes! Actually they almost bumped into us - with their luggage trolley.
Had a mad drive to the hotel in a cab with no seatbelts, driven by a maniac
who kept trying to talk to us, despite the fact that we clearly didn't understand
a word he was saying. The hotel is lovely (we have a balcony!) and the concierge
very helpful. We still don't know where anything is, but we have a small map
with lots of circles in red marker pen. Rome itself is breathtaking. Down every
street is another beautiful building or archaeological site. An initial wander
round led us to Trajan's Column and an amazing building which, according to
the 4p postcard we bought, seems to be the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. From
the size of it the whole army could be buried there. After finding our bearings
we got glammed up (well, as glam as you get out of a suitcase) and went to find
some night life. Initial attempts to drown in alcohol were slightly hampered
by a distinct lack of bars (we were clearly looking in the wrong place), but
we eventually settled in the 'Trinity College' pub where we bonded with a large
bunch of Irish girls. After lots of singing along to dodgy records and much
taking of photos, we finally staggered away around 3am. It soon became clear
that the combination of wine, brandy and beer had stopped our legs working so
we flagged down a cab. Everything after that is rather hazy. All in all, an
excellent day! It's now 11:30am - I've been up for hours and Ad is still asleep.
Time to wake him up and embark on another adventure...
Sunday 21st April 2002
Another wonderful day in the beautiful city of Rome - and football to look forward
to later today! Yesterday was perfect. Got up late and strolled off to the Collusseum,
which is totally breathtaking. Ate some fantastic pizza/toastie things (hot
food surprisingly good on a hot day) then sat on the grass with an ice cream,
writing postcards and watching a show-off 'centurian' poke people with his sword.
He thought he was so cool twizzling his sword to impress tourists, until he
dropped it. He tried to laugh it off, but knew he looked a twat. Adam made friends
with a sunglasses-seller from Bangladesh who wouldn't go away, even though we'd
said we weren't interested. He seemed to think that if he stood there long enough
we'd change our minds. We didn't. We then strolled to the Pantheon where we
sat with a beer watching a clown humiliate the public. His repertoire ranged
from hitting people on the head with a balloon (crap) to walking behind them
mimicking the way they walk (VERY funny). From the ancient to the modern - we
then visited a multimedia extravaganza claiming to be 'Rome's Number One Attraction'.
Yeah, right. It was basically a kids' film about the history of Rome with the
audience in 'dynamic' seating. Adam started off all macho then shat himself
at a pretend rat. What a girl. In the evening we headed out to find a restaurant
that a friend of mine had recommended. After completely failing we settled instead
for a lovely-looking establishment, only to find that they were serving nothing
but fish - no use for hippie vegetablists like me! More exploring and we eventually
came to a bizarre tex-mex-jazz-pizzeria with thatched roofs over the eating
areas and a harrassed waitress who didn't speak a word of English. With the
aid of pointing and rudimentary sign language, we had a lovely meal and bottle
of wine to a background of chilled jazz music. Wonderful. After Friday night's
excesses we were both knackered so headed back to the hotel for an early night
- only 1:30am!
Monday 22nd April 2002
Yesterday was one of those life-changing, life-affirming days that come along
only a handful of times in a lifetime. Everything came together and for one
glorious day we were gods and the world was ours! It started in a fairly ordinary
way - we got up early(ish) and made it down for breakfast. An American, leaving
the hotel as we arrived on Friday, had said it was stunning - he was wrong.
Or being ironic (so difficult to tell...). But despite the uninspiring start,
we headed out and made our way to the Spanish Steps. Pretty, but not as breathtaking
as the Collusseum. Adam declined my challenge to 'Rocky' the steps, but we did
climb to the top to discover a collection of talented local artists selling
their works. One of them tried very hard to point out the merits of his paintings
over that of the man we'd just bought from - too late mate, we've already handed
over the money! A bit more strolling and sitting and it was time to head for
the Big Match, and this is where words fail me. When I walked in, football was
in my head. When I walked out it had got a firm hold on my heart. No going back
now, I'm a footie fan for life. I can honestly say that as I left that stadium
(and what a stadium!) I felt that football is the most important thing on the
planet. I will remember that match for the rest of my life. The dilemma we then
had was how to top it. We both felt that we should make an effort for our last
night in Rome and decided to try and find a night club. So, armed with a list
from the Internet and a map, we managed to stumble across the best club in the
whole world! For the second time in one day words can't adequately describe
this place - the seedy, smokey, bohemian atmosphere, the jumble sale in the
basement, the breakdancers, the pavlova. Chilled out projections coloured the
walls and the owner danced in silhouette behind the band. The music moved from
digeridoos (yes, really!) to drums, house beats, back to drums, to reggae and
then to rap - Adam was getting on down big time! We finally left around 1:30am,
drunk, tired and very, very happy. Even the struggle for a taxi and the hotel's
broken lift couldn't dampen our spirits. I felt I could have stayed awake all
night, buzzing with the memories of our amazing day, but I fell asleep as soon
as my head hit the pillow. Perfect.
Tuesday 23rd April 2002
Today has been a hard slog - Rome was very hot and the travelling back has been
long (train, plane, bus, bus, plane, tube, tube, train, cab = 12 hours!) but
there were still a whole bunch of golden moments: throwing open the balcony
doors to sunshine bouncing off Italian rooftops, tossing coins into the Trevi,
seeing James from Football Italia at the airport, taking advantage of the freebies
in the Business Lounge, sipping champagne in Business Class with Ronan Keating,
Adam being told by a complete stranger at Heathrow that he had an identical
shirt in the 70s (Adam: 'I bought it in a night club in Rome last night' - pure
class!), and coming in to land with the lights of London spread out for miles
below us. So now it's 12:15am on Tuesday morning and I'm writing this from the
train home as Adam falls asleep to a CD (I'm writing on a chocolate wrapper
because the paper's in his bag and I don't want to wake him up to get it!).
In around 9 hours I've got to be back to the real world and I'm feeling very
misty-eyed and philosophical about the whole weekend. A magical time made up
of so many fantastic moments. I had high expectations and it surpassed them
all.