Pre-dinner we are on the roof of Peterís apartment for a few snacks and to retrieve our bikes. That is Peter and Gretchen and Yohannes and Tziana.
Lunch in Trastevere
We spent the day with Rosalie and Amir from Haifa, Israel. They are in their late 70s and we spent about six hours walking with them until we cried uncle and had to go back to our place to rest.
North of the city is a bike path that we often take. About 5 KM (3miles) from our apartment there is about 100 sheep that live with Gregorio, the sheep herder. We have been seeing him over the last ten years and waving to him. About three years ago we starting to stop and talk to him. This year his beard has grown a little fuller and he has lost several teeth but he was still the same happy go lucky guy.
Rosalie and Amir
Amir and Rosalie from Israel are standing at the entrance to Yohannes and Tzianaís apartment where they stayed while in Rome.
This is at a seaside restaurant in Ladispoli. It was Easter Sunday and we had taken a train with the hopes of going to an Etruscan museum in Cerveteri. After getting off the train in Ladispoli we bought bus tickets and waited for the bus that never came. Instead, we walked to the seaside and have a lovely but cold lunch.
Kate and Neil
Rediscovered friends from 20 years ago visited Rome while we were there. Neil and Kate are the parents of a grade school friend of my son Brenan. We took them to Lampada on the same night we went with Rosalie and Amir.
Karen the Hasher
We mat Karen a number of years ago on a hash run in Florida although she lives in New York. She stays with us every year when she comes down for the AIPAC conference in DC. This year she was going to Paris with a bunch of women friends and decided to stop and see us for four days before Paris. This was taken at the Pincio overlooking Piazza Popolo.
.. and in front of the Coliseum...
.. and along the river on a bike ride with her friend Guido...
Ron and Marilyn
Dinner out with Ron and Marilyn and Karen in Trastevere.
Dinner with Anna and Karen.
When we bike past Ponte Milvio, one of the bridges over the river, we sometimes see this man who carves things out of wood. He brings all his work on a motorized bicycle. We have never seen how he manages this because he is always set up when we get there.