Jet lag: 1.5, wild dreams: .5, me: 0. Liz and I slept until 1pm today. I kept waking up but I didn’t have any way to tell what time it was so I went back to sleep. I was also dreaming about Greek debauchery so I wanted to stay asleep. Anyways, we finally got up and went for a run around the circus maximus. My days of pure indulgence are over. I am not on vacation, but rather I am living the next month in Europe and I cannot continue such an unhealthy lifestyle for that long. Runs, veggies, and long walks on the beach are now part of the program.
We finally got around to having lunch at 3:30 and we successfully convinced my favorite salad place to stay open for us. Liz ordered the expensive salad. That was the name of it- expensive salad. Apparently shrimp
mushrooms and parmigiano quality as expensive.
After, we set out to recreate my walk from school to my old apartment. We stopped at the Campodoglio, il Monumeto Vittorio 
Emmanualle, and the Mercati di Traiano where they had a great exhibition featuring William Klein’s photography in Rome. The photos were great and I especially loved the series of couples on vespas. I want to go back and buy the coffee table book at the end of my trip.
With the our cultural quota filled, we continued on to via Nazionale and my old 'hood to do some shopping. I bought some fab shoes at my favorite handbag store (that now carries shoes, to point out the obvious) and a new lilac longchamp for my trip.
We wanted to go on a pub crawl tonight so we set out to have an early dinner, but we were side tracked by a great
boutique where we both did some damage. I put my negotiation skills to work and I got them to take 40 euros off my purchase. Our luck continued at da Buffeto pizzeria where we had dinner. We were seated next to the oven where the pizzas were made and where the waiters had to come to put their orders in. One of the waiters, we like to call him Marky Mark (he looked like Mark Wahlberg), fell in love with me and then he mysteriously showed me that there was a bathroom downstairs and tried to make out with me when we I left the bathroom. We paid 23 euro for 2 pizzas, 2 beers, and a big bottle of water so I think that the waiter helped out a little. Our dinner took longer than expected and we missed the pub crawl so we headed back to Trastevere. It was probably a good thing.
After listening to the music from the shower for a bit (there is a bumping radio in our shower and it reminds me of Regi) and putting on our new crazy jewelry, we headed out to Campo di Fiori for a Saturday night out on the 
town. We started at an outside table where the specials were 3 shots for 5 euro. Clearly we are savy travelers and decided to partake in this offer. We then headed over to this other bar we had scouted out and made friends with these dudes who bought us light up bunny ears because they liked our shoes (both were purchased today) and introduced us to rum and pera shots. Essentially, you take a shot of rum and then a shot of pear juice. Not bad. We moved on to what was my go-to bar, formerly known as heartbreak, and got a Moscow mule. It is a difficult circumstance when you can’t tell whether the guys are gay or just Italian or both. It puts us in an interesting situation. Anyways, at this point, I was done and ready for some of the best late-night pizza ever. We made it over to Trastevere where masses of 20 year-olds were standing in the streets, and got sammies at Aristocampo. Best sandwich ever, I just wish it was twice the size. The woman was kind enough and astute enough to give us a frequent eater card. 10 more sammies to go and we get a free one. Something tells me that I may just get that free sandwich. I realize that I started blogging this morning about my new healthy lifestyle, and I am ending the post about my late-night sandwich, but so is life.
We made it back to the B&B safely and we are thinking about just repeating the day tomorrow. See you at 1pm Rome. Ciao!
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