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The Sea

Amazing…another summer in Italia! I caught myself the other day saying to someone, “Well last summer, blah, blah, blah…” Time is flying by!

Just a few quick gems…

My birthday celebration

My birthday celebration

I celebrated my birthday last week. I won’t mention which one… it was quiet during the day, and we had a lovely dinner that night with new and old friends at our local favorite restaurant haunt, Leon.

It’s so interesting in Rome in the summer. There is a plethora of outdoor activities…concerts, festivals, plays, you name it. It’s like THE time to be in Rome. Except there isn’t hardly anyone in Rome except tourists, and the few locals who likely can’t afford to leave and therefore likely can’t afford the ticket prices for the numerous concerts, plays and performances happening all over the citta (city). There are a few freebees, like the festival that happens on the banks of the Tiber River, which becomes lined with restaurants, bars and vendors selling a little bit of everything.

We went to the sea the other day, on Sunday. We have been going to a great beach south of Ostia on Saturdays, leaving our flat at 8:30 and arriving at the sea by 9:30; in plenty of time to find decent parking by the side of the road. Now, since the palestra (gym) is not open on Sundays during the summer and Saturday is really the only day Michael can get there, we went to the sea this Sunday. It was a NIGHTMARE. By 9:30 am cars were double parked by the side of the road and there were polizia (police) at every beach entrance. They were guarding vehicle entry and had tied yellow tape from the back windshield wiper of cars to the bushes to block out areas for no parking. People were literally parking in the bushes. We had to park so far away from our beach that it took us 45 minutes to haul ourselves there. I was NOT happy. Luckily, once we finally made it, the sun was shining, our beach wasn’t packed with millions of bambini (children), the sea was warm enough to swim in and there was a great breeze. The walk back to the car seemed shorter, as is the case after having wine with lunch, and when you know where you are going.

I started to follow a fellow blogger, Un’americana a Roma and she reposted this gem. It’s too good not to share and really just says it all…hand written note and “not quite” duck tape…about the Roman/Italian summer.

[“Found this gem on Diexx88′s Blog, charming, filed under “cazzate” (random BS) and “estate” (summer).]

“Closed for Vacation, for condoms and Viagra go to the bicycle repairman on Via dei Macci, thanks”

chiuso-per-ferie

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The Sea

Bikiinis everywhere!

We had the opportunity to go to the sea (the beach at Ostia Lido outside of Rome, which is referred to as “the Sea”) a few weeks ago with our friend Riccardo.

He belongs to a lovely beach club located just off Christopho Columbo, the main road that leads from the city into Ostia. The sand at the sea is grey, but the water is clear and it’s cooler than being in the City Center.

The beach club has a swimming pool, changing rooms, a lovely restaurant, beach huts, and for 13 euro you get access to the facilities and a beach chair that is set up for you. The neighboring beaches are packed with people on the weekend, but this one’s less populated, which is lovely.

There are however, too many men wandering around selling everything from fresh coconuts, to beach towels to purses and even high heels! And the women! Everyone wears a bikini, regardless of her size.

Selling at the Sea

I had such a nice time at the beach that Sunday that I decided to venture there myself the other day. I packed my beach bag, went online to research the route via public transportation (a bus, then the train, then a short walk) and headed out the door.

I waited 20 minutes at the bus stop before actually looking up to discover, I was at the wrong bus stop! I went home frustrated and called Michael.

He encouraged me to try again after I figured out the right bus stop. So out I headed again, this time to the correct bus stop. And I waited. And waited. And waited. No bus.

It was late morning by now, so I went home, showered, deciding that I wasn’t really supposed to go to the beach that day. I headed out again, walking to the correct bus stop, and took the bus across town to see Castel Sant’Angelo. More about that adventure soon.

Buying on the beach

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