I bet you didn't know you can't just dance anywhere you feel like it in Rome. For example, say you're at a bar and suddenly the mood to dance strikes you. Beware! The staff are fully within their right to ask you to stop dancing. Some places even go as far as posting signs prohibiting dancing.
Exhibit A:
(Calling Kevin Bacon, we need you stat!) In Rome you need a license to dance. So you wanna dance? Well than you need to take yourself to a nightclub or "disco."
Items Accidentally Frozen in the Refrigerator (Part III):
- Pasta leftovers
- Ground meat leftovers
- milk
- Mozzarella cheese
Moment of the Week (possibly the trip ...): Rachel and random taxi driver singing along to the Grease song 'Summer Lovin', while speeding past the Colosseum. It is important to note that no drinking inspired this outburst.
And now on a more serious note. Courtney and Rachel made the decision to move to Rome, and six weeks later stepped off a plane and onto Italian soil. You've read our experiences on this blog, and gotten a glimpse of the amazing sites we've visited on our photobucket page. It's been a fabulous few months, and we've used the trip as an opportunity for self reflection.
That being said, as many of you know, Rachel chose to return to the States. She's has had an amazing, life-changing few months, but realized Philadelphia is where her heart is. And so, at the end of September Rachel and Courtney packed up Casa Cousine and returned to the States.
That's it? What about Courtney? Well... I've decided that I haven't gotten my fix of Rome just yet. So after a two-week 'holiday' at home, I am returning to the Eternal City, this time for a solo Roman adventure. That being said, you'll now be able to follow my journey via a new blog: Writing from Rome.
Thanks for following us this far... hope to see you on the other site.
xoxo
C & R
