We heartily enjoyed some well-earned pesto pizzas in Vernazza for dinner that night before leaving for Florence the following day.
The feeling of eating these little sandwiches is one we’re continually seeking (like addicts chasing a high.)
Good value, lovely views, quite a hike, and lots of cats.
In Rome, we stayed at
Hotel Navona (Via dei Sediari, 8–Piazza Navona)
and felt perfectly situated for exploring.
135 euro/nt for a double/with AC; Breakfast included
(but our three nights were a gift from Aron’s parents!)
The Pantheon, built in 126 AD (after the original structure from 27 BC).
Being there early, we were rewarded with light crowds.
Castroni—known for regional lemoncellos and grappas and coffees. We bought licorice, delicious gelato, and browsed the ample cookie selection.
Trattoria Monti, a roman trattoria, where lunch meant Onion Flan with Cheese Sauce; Ravioli with Butter, ricotta, spinach and sage (a plate-size ravioli oozing egg yolk and ricotta); and a pear dessert.
Piazza Navona–just around the corner from our hotel.
…and ecstatic over a Nutella-ricotta Calzone. (We shared this dessert after eating a tasty mozzarella, pumpkin sauce, and bacon pizza, outside Dar Poeta pizzeria on some steps.)
A long trip home, with a stopover in Frankfurt, took us back to Los Angeles–where I was detained for a few hours apart from Aron because an alert had been placed on my recovered (once thought lost) passport.
Fortunately I was issued a new passport so that our travels could continue–because any day now I’m stuffing Aron into that little red car in search of Italian truffles.