Ok - The Last Supper..... for our last night in Rome, Cousin Nicole and her Italian husband thought we should not leave Rome until we have had a traditional Roman dinner (big difference between Roman food, and Italian food!!) so after an hour blast along the Roman roads at warp speed with Paulo Schumacher we arrived somewhere else in Rome and got the restaurant. After being seated, we had a starter of some form of sparkling red wine at a rate of litres per minute, and 3245345 types of salami, chingali, prosciutto, cheese and roast piggy.... that was followed by a main that consisted of 23525436534 types of the above mentioned meats, a few more tonnes of cheese and a few hundred more litres of booze........ Was a great night out experiencing how the Romans would have feasted a couple of thousand years ago, when Rome was in its "hey-day"!!!
The following morning (with surprisingly operational brains) we farewelled the St. Ange family and jumped on a train north to Grosseto............while on the train at the station we saw one of gods greatest creations....... the gypsy.... taking her pants down and taking a slash on the platform...... in clear view of probably 200 people on the train, and another few hundred on the platform, but it is Italy, so anything goes!!!!!
Zac met us at the train station, and after quickly checking in to the Hotel Bastiani in Grosetto, we were off to the beach for a quick swim... it was blowing a gale and not very pleasant, however i braved a dip in the Med (only because the swim was an easier option than lining up for the toilet...............)
After my "swim" we hit the road for the 15kn journey back to Grosetto............ 2 hours later when we arrived we got changed and were heading up to The Wall for dinner, a few beers, and to watch the Aussie Soccer team get smashed by "zee germans" Fantastic Pizza, Fantastic Beer, Fantastic atmosphere, terrible result for Australian Soccer!!!! We met our new little friend Martina (6 year old Italian girl with very limited English skills) who after the game managed to tell us "don't worry about your country losing, you have lots of friends around you at this table" arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Next morning it was off to Siena with Zac to check into our ac com, then back to Grosetto to watch the Italian game!!! 1-1 the Italians were not happy........ but i guess on a nett level, it is 4 goals better than the Aussie team did.... we got a lift back to Siena after the game with Lorenzo and his lovely finance........Lorenzo was the most sensible Italian driver we had been in a car with yet, still a speed deamon by the Fun Policed Aussie standards, but relatively sensible by Italian standards !!!!!!!
I loved being able to read that chapter twice.....it was so good! ( Maybe you had the shakes after all that wine, and hit the button twice !!)
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