Konnen Sie Das Bitte Wiederholen?: It's only Partly about me

Thursday I was supposed to start my vacation with Adam at 4pm so I had to entertain myself until then. I guess I was forced to shop again...tragic. My shopping excursion yesterday produced nothing but looking by the way. Since I had been so lost the day before I knew exactly where to go. I started off going up a side street off Via Due Macelli, which is the street that leads to the spanish steps. There was a cute bistro up there where you could get a cappuccino and croissant for breakfast. For both it was only 3.50 euros...steal compared to switzerland. Also, in italy if you want to eat cheap you order at the counter and then stand at the counter to eat and drink. Much cheaper because then service isn't included in your bill, like if you sat down and were waited on. After getting caffeinated I headed out for shopping that might include making a purchase. I walked past the spanish steps and up Via Del Babuino and Via Margutta. Via Margutta was not for shopping. This is the street where Gregory Peck lived in the movie Roman Holiday with Audrey Hepburn, Via Margutta 92. I watched the movie before we left, i'm a huge Audrey Hepburn fan!
Can't say that I made any great purchases on this trip either...those are later with Adam. But I had a great time running up and down all the side streets where there were less tourists and more locals. I found some great shoe stores and wish I could have remembered where they were.

This is the doorway for Via Margutta 92

Next, hung at the hotel in the air conditioning and waited for Adam to finish his meetings. While I was sitting and reading, minding my own business, an Italian gentleman came in to read the newspaper. He kept looking at me which I figured was because I'm a young girl in the Savoy hotel...why? He finally started talking to me in very very broken english and what I thought was, he's on his break and works at the hotel as a manager. He was trying to find out why I was there and was explaining that I was with mio marito (my husband) who is in a meeting and then holiday till monday. He asked if we were staying in the hotel the whole time and I said no. He then asked for my number for what I thought was he would give us help around town/on a hotel room to just stay there. However, after he left and I talked to Adam we pieced my conversation together and realized nope this was just a dirty old man hitting on me and I am that stupid. The guy had to have been 60 at least so I never suspected that would happen. Good news was I can't ever remember my phone number here so I gave him a wrong one so he couldn't call me. I didn't want to stay at the savoy or have him try to persuade us with a better room deal, it was a bad hotel.

Adam and I got to our new bed and breakfast and loved our new place. It was quite and quaint and on a side street to a main road. Very good location. If you go too blocks west and 2 blocks north you are standing in front of the Castel d' Angelo.They bring breakfast to your room every morning, so it was like a 2nd honeymoon for us. We dropped off our stuff, cleaned up, and went to dinner at Maccheroni, the first on the list of places to eat from our new Italian friend. We stuffed our faces with way too much pasta and wine then went down the street for Gelato. We needed to walk off all the food so we walked over to the Pantheon and Piazza Novana and people watched for a little while. We got really ambitious and walked down to the Trevi Fountain also. It was Packed with tourists. We managed to make our way down to the fountain and snap a few pictures and talk some tourists into snapping us together.When our feet couldn't take it anymore we headed to our hotel for some much needed sleep.

Castel D'Angelo