Life isn't anything if it isn’t a series of unexpected events. Last night I found myself at dinner with a Roman political candidate. He thanked me for coming and for my continued support, even though we all know that he knew that there won’t be any Kansas Citians voting at this election. I thought it was going to be a grand banquet affair, and it turned out to be a private affair of about 15. I still don’t understand how I end up in these places. Ah well. No complaints.
Romans find it “cute” that I’m from Kansas City because the city has been immortalized in the minds of all Italians as the place Alberto Sordi should have been born in the film Americano a Roma – American in Rome. (Useless information for the day: Sordi was given honorary citizenship in Kansas City in 1967. Kansas City is #2 in the world for number of fountains. It’s second only to… Rome.) Having a family from Kansas City seems to be my free ticket to any place I don’t really belong.
I would venture to say that spring is finally here… to stay. Since February we’ve been flirting with good weather – a gorgeous week here, a brutal resurgence of winter at the weekend. Notice I said gorgeous during the week and brutal at the weekend – the one time I’m not actually working. Curses. Ah well. I think all that is past. It’s good weather from here on out, so says Michael.
Roma lost again last night to Manchester United. Granted we were missing our captain Francesco Totti for both the 2-0 and 1-0 losses, but it’s really irritating. At least they didn’t repeat the 7-1 loss of last year. At least they ran out of tickets before our 210 Euro order for the Stadio Olimpico went through. The only thing worse than a tragic loss is throwing away a pretty penny to see it live, and then being stuck brooding in bumper to bumper traffic.
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