In Rome

I arrived in Rome, just in time to rush to my new work place to get a letter which stated that they will employ me as soon as I have registered myself in Italy and received an Italian social security number which I had understood I needed to get the number (which I didn't but more on that later).

Thereafter we rushed to the train station to get Peter, which was coming for the weekend to inspect my new place of living ( and to torment me with the fact that he was here even before I moved in, and I haven't been to visit him in the states yet). Anyway the weekend went fine. Friday evening we went to this nice restaurant close to the Colosseum (where they serve among others danish streak, but we didn't go for that), where we got some very nice pasta.

Saturday was the long walk day, to show peter some of Rome, once again we saw the Colosseum, foro romanum, the Spanish stairs (which actually is the stairs on the Spanish piazza).

Sunday we sent Peter to Prague, and we went up north in our car, because Sara needed to handle some family matters Monday.

Sunday night we was invited to a "thank you" dinner giving by group of Chinese to their teacher (which is Sara's mum). We was heroes because we knew how to use sticks, and they were because they could use a knife and fork (actually I never saw them use a knife, but they were present).