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The expensive Roman laundry internet cafe-laundromat which told me to return at 10:00 to pick up my laundry had not even begun drying it when I retuned at that time. Nor have they begun drying it now, as they only have three dryers that are working. They have given me free internet in the meantime, and are insisting that it will be done by 10:30 though that cannot possibly happen, given that the load contains three pairs of jeans. This is reminding me very much of India.
ETA: Especially given that other customers seem unsatisfied as well-- apparently the computers are also failing to perform.
I forgot to mention that one of the reasons it took me so long to reach the Forums, which are mostly closed for restoration, was that I came across a street fair selling cut-rate designer clothing, kitchenware, leather belts, imitation designer handbags, and fruit. My shirt which I splattered suckling pig fat on was destroyed, alas, and also I mostly brought long-sleeved shirts and both Madrid and Rome were quite hot, with a brilliant white light like shines in the desert. So I bought a khaki ruffly thing with elaborate ties in front. I have tied them in a climber's figure-eight knot, which pleases me immensely as it's been so long since I climbed that I thought I'd forgotten how to make one.
Women in Rome seem exceedingly stylish. Perhaps this is why no men have whistled at me yet, as people warned me would happen-- why spare a whistle for a frumpy tourist with pig grease on her shirt when there are beautiful and polished-looking Roman women all around you? Rome makes me want to dress stylishly, although even had I the inclination and the money, I would still not have the fashion sense. I did go into several stores to fondle the leather jackets, none of which I could afford even if I wanted to schlep them around. One pink jacket was the softest suede I have ever lovingly molested (the shop girls were giving me the evil eye.) I think I will search out the flea market-- maybe I will find one used.
ETA: Especially given that other customers seem unsatisfied as well-- apparently the computers are also failing to perform.
I forgot to mention that one of the reasons it took me so long to reach the Forums, which are mostly closed for restoration, was that I came across a street fair selling cut-rate designer clothing, kitchenware, leather belts, imitation designer handbags, and fruit. My shirt which I splattered suckling pig fat on was destroyed, alas, and also I mostly brought long-sleeved shirts and both Madrid and Rome were quite hot, with a brilliant white light like shines in the desert. So I bought a khaki ruffly thing with elaborate ties in front. I have tied them in a climber's figure-eight knot, which pleases me immensely as it's been so long since I climbed that I thought I'd forgotten how to make one.
Women in Rome seem exceedingly stylish. Perhaps this is why no men have whistled at me yet, as people warned me would happen-- why spare a whistle for a frumpy tourist with pig grease on her shirt when there are beautiful and polished-looking Roman women all around you? Rome makes me want to dress stylishly, although even had I the inclination and the money, I would still not have the fashion sense. I did go into several stores to fondle the leather jackets, none of which I could afford even if I wanted to schlep them around. One pink jacket was the softest suede I have ever lovingly molested (the shop girls were giving me the evil eye.) I think I will search out the flea market-- maybe I will find one used.
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