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U Giuliani has been open since before Australia even became a federation. Opened in 1897, this cafe on the corner of Piazza de Cinquecentro opposite Termini station is where I found myself having my first lunch in Rome. To say that I was looking forward to an 'authentic' Italian experience was an understatement, just having had an awful trip into town on the train (which cost me a lovely $22 Australian to stand on a packed train for a half hour).
The maitre-de at my cafe looks like Mario's great-grand-father. My waiter looks older than both my grandfather's combined. Just when I thought there couldn't be an older soul in the Italian workforce, the chef shuffles out with my tortelli, making a tortoise look like Roadrunner. My authentic italian experience was officially delivered. My meal was delcious and the cafe was amazing.
I was served only in Italian and answered only in Italian. It wasn't until the maitre-de saw me jotting down this very entry in my notebook that he asked 'Where are you from, bella?' When I answer, he throws his hands in the air in praise. 'Australia, fantastico!' I wouldn't call myself a fluent Italian speaker by any standards but I could tell the couple beside me where discussing what it was I did for a living. They settled on hairdressing. I interrupted 'Io sono di scrittrice de cinema,' to which I received loud ooohs and aaahhs.
The old man across from me downs three egg-sized espressos within the time I write this note. He orders a beautiful pastry from the huge window display (which makes Brunettis on Lygon look like a 7-11) which makes me contemplate one myself. Reality check Alyse!! You will be in France in just three days, let's keep carb consumption to a minimum until then 😊
I am currently at our hotel in the center of Rome (a ten minute walk from Collosseum / Spanish Steps / Trevi Fountain) about to catch up on some sleep before Ed gets here in a few hours. The church bells outside my room wake me up and remind me that I'm in beautiful Rome...the heart of Italy.
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Sheryl Robertson
è come la sua vacanza in Roma che va
Ciao Gracie, che il viaggio, sono soddisfatto così lei è sano e salvo e bene fare la doccia!! Ho scommesso che ha sentito grande, posso immaginare solo il suo essere di felicità con il suo Edwardo amato!! l'inviando il nostro amore ed i nostri migliori auguri per un pozzo meraviglioso hanno meritato la vacanza, siamo molto orgogliosi di lei entrambi. Lo sguardo dopo che l'un l'altro e la presa sopra ogni momento emozionante romantico che lei spende insieme, l'amore sempre xox di Mamma ed il Babbo, amo il suo italiano Alyse-Grazia, guarda la sua linea di vita!! oh ciò che il diamine, va per esso! piace