Lisa Vagnoni in Rome - Day 1
Got pushed, several times! By Italians. We are a touchy people. Lines and rules seem more like suggestions here.
Got asked by a tiny nonna in Zurich if I spoke English. The jig is up. Yes I said, this checkin line is more of a blob. She didn’t know “blob.” I switched to “chaos,” which is a better bet because Latin.
Kind of shocked by the state of Rome outside the city center. I am in a posh area and wealth is clearly delineated. Moreso than NYC?
Marco (Marrrrco) checked me in. He sees my name in my passport and states that I am Italian. (“So Liza... Ah! Vahn-nyo-ni!”) I have the penchant for melodrama and the Catholic thing and the name but none of the other stuff, like being born in Italy or speaking Italian.
Yes this Baroquey wallpaper and gilded frame will do just fine, I hear the ancestors say.
“How old is this ceiling?” I asked Marco.
“Oh it’s not original, about 1850. Modern in Rome.”
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