Won't you take me to...

Well...Rome is everything it's cracked up to be. I can't believe how every angle, every direction, every thing is so gorgeous. It's amazing. Stunning. Mesmerizing. I think I'll fall madly in love with this city. I can just feel it already. I can't wait to see who I'll become in this setting. It's time for some changes in my personal life. Those I won't go in to, but I assure you this is the perfect backdrop.

The children. They are cute. They talk alot...ALOT. I only know what they're saying to me about 60% of the time even though it's in English. They randomly talk about coke. It's in daily conversation for some reason. Apparently it's a big deal to them. They don't listen very well which annoys me but they're children and I've given up on the hope that any child will ever be well behaved (unless I raise it...haha).

Random- There are NO Starbucks in Italy. I read a bit about it to figure out why and I am now pleased with that little fact. Here's what I found: In Italy they do not do variations of coffee and expresso; added flavors are ridiculous. Coffee is also considered a morning drink here. They do not drink it in the afternoon or evenings. Italians also would never think about taking their coffee to go. They sit and enjoy it. It is not served in plastic cups (like at starbucks) because they would never walk or drive while having their coffee. It is also a more private, intimate ritual between friends. It is not considered the social activity that Starbucks is in the states. Italian coffee is supposedly wonderful. I have yet to try it. Starbucks was also rumored to be an imitation of the coffee houses here, but with an American twist. Why would you want a duplicate when you're surrounded by the originals? All in all it does not fit the culture or way of life in the slightest. A starbucks here would bust quickly. Italians have already perfected expresso.

I'm going to need alot of alone time, I can tell. Children are not my forte and I need down time from it. I'm remembering why my family laughed when I said I would be looking after children. I miss Clint. He's a handful but atleast I love him. I'm rereading Eat Pray Love mainly because it was good for me the first time and I would like the insight again. I am sleepy and still working off some pretty intense jet-lag. Hopefully by the end of the week my rhythm will be in sync.

(I would like to note that as I write this 'Funkytown' is playing in the background from the father's office area.)