My friends Carolan and Andy are going to Rome for the weekend. I am very jealous of their Roman roamin'. Although it has given me the opportunity to commit that heinous crime against puns.
I haven't been away on a wee trip like that for ages - a few years ago I went away to Budapest for four or five days - it was marvellous. What a grand city, the feeling of being part of something with such a rich legacy, faded grandeur and chipped glamour. It's so wonderful to be able to spend time somewhere else and let it soak in, like a long bath. A weekend probably isn't enough to do Rome justice, but then it is full of Italians so you don't want to be there too long.
I spoke to Carolan yesterday on the phone - I wanted to know if she actually knew what the Romans do. I've looked. It's practically a law that you have to do as they do but nowhere is there any particular guidance as to what Romans specifically do. Not even the CIA website, which is normally so helpful, can aid you in this futile quest.
Perhaps the Romans do normal things, like walking around, going to work, eating stuff - those I've been practising for a goodly while. They might do other things, like rifle shooting on a Thursday night, self-flagellation, chugging espressos - those I would need some notice for to be on top of my game.
I'm guessing, though, that if it's a hard and fast law there would be some sort of guidance available at the airport. At any rate, I'm hoping if we ask very nicely that Carolan will put lots of cool pictures on her marvellous blog for us when she gets back.
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