I had a fruitful day of not packing, although everything is now organized and ready to be put into suitcases, I’m just scared of jinxing everything by actually putting it into the suitcase. My family then put me through the most rigorous ultra-American experience ever. Technically it was for my dad’s birthday. Technically. He doesn’t like celebrating his birthday, so every year we do his favorite things and don’t mention his birthday except for a “happy birthday” at dinner (which always has his favorite foods). So for multiple reasons I could pretend it was for my country-leaving benefit.
My aunt, uncle, and I drove in a gigantic SUV to Starbucks, where we ordered from a drive-thru.
I ordered a white chocolate mocha and got a venti chocolate mocha instead. Oops. I put it down when I realized what happened. Fortunately I didn’t get sick.
Then we ate at a Mexican restaurant. Do they have Mexican restaurants in Rome? Is that a thing? That they would enjoy?
Then we did something not so ultra-American and walked along the canal, which was lovely.
Followed by a baseball game, because America (and Dad).
We also won handily, yay! There were other things to keep us occupied though. When the teams are switching places, the cheerleaders try all sorts of shenanigans to keep the excitement going. Like sheep-racing.
All in all, a good, all-American day was had with the family.