When in Rome....

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2012!!!
Long time no blogged!
It's about the time to add a few new experiences in this blog.

I made plenty of gifts for the Christmas past, but stupid-o me, didn't photograf them. Wonder why.

Anyway,   I wanted to share this wonderful experience with you. For my B-day this year, I went to the Eternal City - to ROME!!! Yeah, Rome, as in ITALY!!! Actually, it was 2 countries in one trip - Vatican counts for a country, right? Ask the Pope ;-)

The trip was AMAZING! 5 days of breathing in the ambience, the history, the sights... I spent a few monthsin Rome as a child, but I was 3, so don't remember much.

There are 6 things I can remember from my previous trip to Rome in  1979:

1) We went to this restaurant in a basement of a Roman house. I had spaghetti Bolognese, and I got a free Mickey Mouse -shaped ice cream for dessert. (Couldn't spot that restaurant - or should I say RISTORANTE - this time).

2) I got terrible stomach pains after eating too much doughnuts under the scorching sun. Luckily, I had a red umbrella to protect me from the sun.

3) I was promised a trip to a swimming hall, which was a previously unheard treat for me. The pool house was closed that day, and it broke my little 3-year-old heart.

4. I couldn't get in the St.Peter's Church in Vatican. The reason? I was dressed impropriately. I had a sleeveless shir and a skirt with the hem ABOVE my knees. How sinful for me. I was 3 yo, for crying out loud!!!

Proof: I'm IN!!! (and decently dressed)

5. After the trauma of not getting to swim in a swim hall pool for the 1st time of my life, my parents took me, an animall lover freak even back then, to see horses. As I was petting them, one tried to bite me. Mom grabbed me to safe, and the horse ended up having a taste on my Mom's knee instead.

6. This is the saddest story of the first 25-or-so years of my life.
We were visitibg Fontana di Trevi. I had a lovely red pacifier aka soother, nappy...) which gave me great comfort. This little boy of African descent was obviously jealou of my red pacifier, since he yanked it from my mouth and threw it to the Fontana di Trevi!!! I just couldn't stop crying!!! Especially when Mommy told me that pacifiers are not sold in Italy and that was the one and only pacifier they had brought with us from Finland. I never had a taste of a pacifier in my life ever since.

With all my respect, Mommydearest, but you are a BIGFATLIAR!!!¨
When in Rome this time around, I spotted a baby with a pacifier. I sent a SMS to Mom, saying that I knew she was lying back then, as I saw a baby with one. She responded, the baby must've been travelling abroad with her parents and gotten it from there.
Ok, I sorta bought that for a while, but then I had to go   to a pharmacy and saw pacifiers were sold in there!!!
Explain THIS to me, Mommy!!!

So, I went to look for my pacifier in the Fontana di Trevi. Didn't find it. Lucky, I think - it would've been rather slimy by now.

But, behold!
I spotted this decades-old buggy horse by the Colosseum, with a really old, worn-out red pacifier hanging from a yarn around her neck!!! I just couldn't stop laughing! Iwonder, was it mine???

Me, Fontana di Trevi - and no pacifier.

Coming:

The First Trip of 2012:

4th - 8th of January

to: Kaunas (Lithuania) and

Paris (France)

But shhhhhh!!! Don't say it out loud! It's still a secret! My love / travel companion doesn't know the destinations yet!!!