Song of the day: Bellyache by Billie Eilish
Sure, while this song might be a murder ballad, that doesn’t mean it isn’t a bop. Even though it’s true that I objectively adore Billie, the reason why this tune has made its way to song of the day-dom is because Sunday, May 6th, 2018, is the day that I ate my weight in food. Hence: bellyache.
*Record scratch:* Over the course of the past two days, we’ve completed a total of 20+ hours traveling, conquered a 7+ hour layover, and have managed to fall asleep sitting up (at least I have. Emily Yurchison said she was going to name her blog “Just So Everyone Knows, Emily Bennett Got Sleep Last Night and I Did Not,” but she didn’t so we clearly see where her loyalties lie).
It’s true that I have gotten a suspicious amount of sleep during these couple days – albeit in the aisle seat of an airplane on our 8 hour flight, or sitting criss-cross-applesauce atop a concrete wall inside the city of Rome waiting for a bus. Everyone has a gift, and mine is the ability to make myself temporarily unconscious in the most uncomfortable spaces. Too bad that can’t pay the bills. Below is a visual representation of my friend whose gift is not sleeping in unorthodox locations. This was taken during the Armageddon that was our 7 hour layover at JFK.
Our flights went as smoothly as can be, and even though we tossed six hours in the timezone chasm, we hit the ground running as soon as our swollen feet stepped onto Italian soil. We embarked on a hybrid walking/bus panoramic tour of the city of Rome. In case you didn’t know, Rome is very beautiful and smells like really delicious cheese. There are also about sixty thousand thousand point twelve historic spectacles of monuments, fountains, and literal obelisks that your senses can wonder at all day long. We took a little journey to Fontana di Trevi (context: the spot where everyone takes the boomerang tossing a coin over their shoulder. Yes, that one!) and then landed ourselves inside the Pantheon, which had a sign that shushed us upon entering. It was more of a suggestion, really.
We had a tasty little lunchtime stop, where we consumed both gelato and pizza (with wurstel??? don’t ask me what that is) and yes, in that order. We had limited time to really explore, in addition to the fact that most of us were deliriously tired to the point of hallucination. 🙂 We are here until Friday, which is the best news a gal could hear! I am bursting at the seams to take a look at the rest of this almost comically romantic city. (None of it truly feels or looks real!) Here are some more photos of our brief walk before dinner.
We did dinner at a divine little place that had house-made tiramisu, and it filled my heart with joy to taste an authentically al dente noodle. A glassy tear definitely exited my eye. The dinner in its entirety was a complete blast – filled with culture sharing, catching up, and most importantly, stupid amounts of prosciutto. Here are a few visuals, reader.
Affectionately,
Em