Adventures (and misadventures) in Rome

chiche title, but then again isn't the whole blog? Anywhose, as of now I am too lazy to back track to catch up on what has been going on for the past few days, so I have decided to skip ahead. My 2nd roomate arrived today (the other got here before me) completing our apartment of 6. The apartment is a fair size, with 3 rooms, 2 baths, kitchen, dining room, and living room. In the words of my friend it is "an ikea catalogue." So today I did my usual waking up late (still recovering from england, and hey, might as well as long as I still can). However, today I decided to do a bit of exploring. Really I've been avoiding it because I don't like going out on my own. But my roomate decied to come (despite being very jetlagged, she decided sleeping for 1 hr wasn't worth it). So we wondered off and ended up and some monument, which to be honest I'm still not entirely sure what it is. But it was big, and was a monument to an unknown soldier i think? So we then ended up running into a bunch of other people from the program and walked with them for gelato (i opted out having had some the day before) then headed over to orientation. After that (and lots of waiting for the reception to eat some food) I headed back to the apartments where I spent some time w/ oren for Shabbat. After the usual dinner and shmooze I headed out to a jazz club w/ a few ppl. We however could not find the jazz club. We walked behind a few buildings in kinda dodgy alley ways realizing we no longer knew where we were going until the known reapeared in the form of the trevi fountain. Since I had never been we decided to stop in to look. Despite the constant interuption of men trying to push flowers and some kind of light up device on us it was pleasent. After our stop we headed back, assuming we would pass the jazz plac... and we did. Much to our surprise there was no cover charge and we just had to spend 10 euros for the table, how lucky! So we sit at the table and enjoy some jazz, and are all around amused by how into the music the jazz players are, and the classic sleazy Italian guy who walks in at the right time w/ the music, and the saxaphonist who drinks wine instead of water (ok well really I was for most of these things). So we are ready to leave and the bill comes and it's 30 euro, however we really hadn't ordered that much... turns out it was 10 euro per person not for the table... there were 5 of us, only 3 had ordered. So one of the people out w/ us who can actually speaks Italian asks and learns that you don't have to all pay... but you really should, well I guess next time we'll know.