It’s 7pm, Tuesday 27th December 2016, and we’ve been in Rome for exactly 2 hours. After spending 3 days in Germany, where it was deathly cold, our mission is to look for a few degrees of warmth, to see every single bit of this glorious city (it’s been no.1 on my bucket list of places to visit) and have as much food and wine as humanly possible. Oh, and go shopping for a whole new wardrobe seeing that I will definitely not fit into any of my current ones. As consequences go I’m willing to deal with gaining a butt-load of kgs. I read somewhere that in Mauritania being fat is considered a sign of prosperity so if I won’t be able to get a handle on my weight after his trip I know where I’ll be accepted.
But I digress…so it’s 7pm and after settling into our apartment we’re heading out for a little stroll before dinner. Do you remember that feeling of utter betrayal when you found out that your parents had lied to you about a whole tree growing in your tummy if you accidentally swallow a seed? Well, that is exactly what I’m feeling as we walk down what looks like Rome but feels like Antarctica. The lies….the sheer lies of it all! I was told that it would be warmer. I honestly don’t expect much, just anything above 0 degrees. Nairobians weren’t built for this cold. When there’s one grey cloud we get into our winterboots/coats/hats/gloves, and if we sneeze even one we cuddle up on the couch with a hot water bottle with some tissues suffering from the infamous FLU. So you cant blame me for being confused and heartbroken when in my dream city but I feel like I’m a character from PINGU.
Let the record show that Rome is extremely beautiful even in the dark and the freezing cold. But there comes a time when one has to accept that they are not built for the cold and we’ve decided to seek shelter at this cute restaurant we’ve stumbled upon. Looking at the decor the first thing that comes into my mind isn’t necessarily the quintessential Italian style interior and that’s actually what pulls me in. Have a look at what I mean: