The tech guy was supposed to come, without fail, so I waited. Around 11 or so, the tech guy‘s substitute arrived and set up the Internet access. Sort of. I can get to the Web, so I can send and receive email. I can‘t sign in to Skype. I can‘t sign in to post to my blog. Never mind. I am determined not to get stressed out over computer access.
Kelley has arranged a ticket for the Borghese Gallery for me tomorrow and one for the general papal audience next Wednesday.
I wandered down to Di per Di and bought some eggs, then stopped at a cart on the street for an onion, which I then deposited at the cottage before walking past the Lateran palace in search of gelato. I found a place with postcards and gelato. As soon as I ordered it, I knew I’d made a mistake. I got coconut, but I could see the pistachio in the case and it was fluorescent green - a very, very bad sign. I nearly threw the cone out after the first bite, but I was hungry, and some food is better than none.
I went back to the cottage, wrote my postcards, and then took a book up to the College’s roof garden, read, and watched a tiny hummingbird zip around the flowering shrubs. The air cooled, and I decided it was time to go home again. I had toast with cherry jam, wrote some email, read some email, watched the news on Sky TV, something on the Food Network, then realized I was half-asleep at nearly midnight.
Tomorrow is the Borghese. I can’t oversleep. I can’t be late. They don’t hold tickets past the time you’re booked to visit the gallery.
The forecast is for sunshine and moderate temperatures - here. It’s supposed to snow in Maine. I feel bad about that…no, not really.
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