My first day home alone

The first of may is a holiday in Italy, where everybody is out demostrating for workers rights... NOT, but anyway its a holiday. For me it was not like a usual holiday, first because I got up at 5.30 and second because I had to drive Sara to the airport, because she is going to denmark for 14 days to work on article with an alf.



This means that I am here alone in Rome for the first time. To start out, I was very proud that I actually found my way back from the airport, and found a good peaceful parking spot for our car (as show in the picture, its the black one :)).

After checking four times that I remembered to lock the car, I went for a run, which I had cleverly planned to stop in front of an ice cream shop. The run was good, I went to a villa (in other countries they are call parks) called Celimontana, which is only up an evil hill from were we live. I was a bit too hot, but good. Sadly the ice cream shop had cleverly chosen to be closed - the usual woman behind the counter doesn't really strike me as the demonstration person, but it was nether the less closed.

The shock of not being able to buy big ice cream gave me enough energy to also take the stairs all eight floors, which my legs are now complaining a bit about.

As a home alone person I tried to make all the things I always want to do but never have the time, which apparently is to lie on the sofa and doing nothing all day, because that's what I have been doing, and well yes eating all the snack sized magnum ice creams in the freezer which my sweet Sara had bought for me.

Now the big decision is whether to go back to the sofa, and watch my fifth episode of "Battlestar Galatica" (season 1) or go out into the world, and maybe go and see the new Spiderman 3, which is on with original language (which is not so common, as I wish). Either I better stop now, not too bore the reader. Miss Sara, already

So long.