Yesterday morning brought a smooth landing at Fiumicino – not to be underestimated – but iffy weather. As a matter of fact, it rained hard yesterday morning and again in the evening, with some sunny moments in between.
My apartment wasn’t ready, so I parked at a nearby bar for some morning chow.
My view for awhile.
And my newer view for awhile. Campo de’ Fiori, the quondam place of executions.
Right away it was off on errands and a bite to eat. First, I got some initial photos of colors of silk to send to Fr. Johnson, the chaplain who lost his vestments in that crash into the river at NAS JAX. We are replacing them and the project is underway!
Say hello to Abate Luigi, one of the “Talking Statues”. He lost his head… again.
Lunch was tonnarelli with artichoke and swordfish.
And after that, fried anchovies.
For my fellow hams, there was a great old radio nearby.
Off to the stand where I’ve bought my veg for years. La Signora had already gone home, so I’ll catch her later in the week.
Masses will be at Ss. Trinità dei Pellegrini. I said my first Mass here for my benefactors. I will have other Masses for you as well.
Supplies at the store for upcoming meals.
The jasmine – not to be confused with a certain Jesuit named Martin – is in bloom, which makes the transit in some streets more pleasant.
And the night view, in panorama.
This morning off to the fabric store again. I sent photos to Father to consult on shades and got back good responses.
Here, an action shot: The Cutting Of The Rose.
At Gammarelli a little while later I matched up the combinations for the three sets of travel vestments.
And we consulted about fabrics for the great pontifical set in black the TMSM will have made – SEND MONEY! Right now, I am leaning to this, which can be done in black and sliver.
The coat of arms on the back of my chasuble for the new “Morlino” set, which one of you readers donated for in particular.
Gammarelli has a new line of clerical stockings for future prelates.
Meanwhile, back to what’s important. CHEESES.
Today I picked up some serious mozzarella for una caprese. Yes, that’s the aged balsamic. And prosciutto “San Daniele”.
Cooking for myself saves a lot of money. One reader opined to me, via ZedNet, that if I wasn’t eating out in Rome, I was doing it wrong. Yes, that’s an approach, but not one I can easily afford. Rome is expensive. I can have three meals – good meals – for the price of one at most decent places I know. And I get the pleasure of going to the shops and stands that I know, getting the ingredients I can’t get at home and then working on them myself! And I can do that.
Lastly, this morning while walking around on errands I realized that I was smiling. I was walking around smiling. That occurred a couple times at Gitmo, recently. Before that… not so often.
And now a short siesta before hitting it again. Mass this afternoon after 5 again, for those of you who have donated and sent things from my wish list. You are not forgotten here in the Eternal City.
Mass for Benefactors