Glory be to God and etc. - we decided to visit St. Peter´s Basilica. Apparently, the Catholic Church had and continues to have a tidy sum of money tucked away, and likes to spend it on its home field stadium. I (Eli) have never seen so much marble in one place. Although the artwork, architecture and even the throw-away decorations are impressive, the highlight of the the visit occured when some Russian tourists attempted to cut in front of us in the interminable line. After a British man attempted to thwart their endeavor in English (which they conveniently did not understand), Simona approached them in Italian. Again, "nierozumim." They picked the wrong person to mess with, as Simona proceeded to demand that they get their butts to the back of the line like everyone else, in Russian (or a broken equivalent that was good enough to get them to leave).
We had the pleasure of sharing a fantastic home-cooked meal with Simona˙s cousin, Bianca Maria, and her partner, Maria Rosa (White Mary and Mary Rose - we always liked that). They prepared a Roman feast: pasta with truffle sauce, Roman-style artichokes, delicious meats and cheeses, and the best ice cream in Rome, all washed down with Prosecco and an excellent bottle of Montepulciano. And, we got to whine about politics and were given a resident`s tour of the Jewish ghetto. All in all, it was a fantastic evening.
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Hah! I love this story. I can totally see Simona channeling Cyrillc from her prior life and yelling at them to get back. Go team, go!
If I were there, I would have said "Iddi Braddi!" which is equivalent to "Take a hike." A very helpful phrase in all kinds of Russian circumstances...
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