Everyone knows something about Rome. All roads lead there. It wasn’t built in a day (from all appearances, they’re still working on it). When you’re there, you’re supposed to behave like the natives (though you should be selective – the wrong choice of role model could make you an international incident). And it’s known as the Eternal City, though there are places (Egypt, China and Mesopotamia immediately come to mind) that might legitimately consider themselves to be more eternal.
In the case of Rome, eternity seems to have begun sometime around 750 B.C., when a settlement was founded in the area of seven defensible hills near the Tiber River. According to legend, the city was founded by two brothers named Romulus and Remus. There are several variations to the legend, but the general idea is that Romulus and Remus were left as infants to die of exposure by their wicked granduncle, but were rescued by a she-wolf, who decided to feed and protect them, rather than devour them. A shepherd somehow ended up with them, and they grew up as shepherds. But they turned out to be natural leaders and they accumulated followers, and after somehow finding out what happened to them as infants, they killed their granduncle, and then resolved to found a city. They picked the area near the Tiber, and after a disagreement over which of the hills to start the city on, Remus ended up dead, and the new city found itself named after Romulus. As it turns out, some of the details of this story (like 90% or so) have been judged unlikely, but the timing of the city’s creation seems to be approximately correct.
The rest, as they say, is history. Over the centuries the settlement combines (peacefully or otherwise) with those surrounding it, and Rome becomes a republic, and eventually the center of this empire thing. Most of the emperors get carried away with themselves and misbehave (at least by modern standards), some pretty badly, and the empire crumbles from within and without, eventually collapsing in 476 A.D.
In the meantime, Christianity happens, and Rome becomes the center of the Catholic Church. Like the Roman emperors before them, the Popes are officially recognized as being infallible. The influence of Christianity spreads, and with it come elements of nepotism and self-enrichment by the upper-echelon Catholic establishment, and eventually some practices resembling totalitarianism (believe X, Y and Z, or else). To be fair, it was a nasty world, and this is how most of the governments of the time operated, but a religion that began as a haven of tolerance and forgiveness had become anything but. But with all that money, the Catholics build some really nice churches, many still standing. The excesses of the church become a driving force behind the Protestant movements, and despite a number of horrific bloodbaths, the political and spiritual influence of Rome are diminished. But the church survives and rededicates itself to its spiritual purpose, and remains influential in this capacity up to the present day.
We arrived at Rome’s Termini train station after a short trip from Florence. The station was not unfamiliar to us, as we’d passed through it on our arrival in Italy two weeks earlier, at which time we were transferring from the Leonardo Express from the airport to a train bound for Naples. But this time we exited the station and boarded a taxi to our accommodations.
Before we embarked on our trip, we’d researched hotels in Rome, and had rapidly discovered that anything in the area of the major tourist attractions was painfully expensive. We looked around for alternatives, and stumbled across a website called sleepinitaly.com, which lists apartments which are rented out to tourists by their owners. The listed apartments come in a wide variety of locations and rates, and though they can be expected to be at least somewhat quirky, they generally come with kitchens of some description and laundry facilities. We selected a likely-looking place near the Piazza Navona, at a much more reasonable cost than any similarly-situated hotel. It came with two immediate quirks: first, we had to make an appointment for a manager to meet us at the apartment with the keys; and second, on meeting with the manager, we had to present him with the full payment for our stay, in cash (Euros).
Both of these conditions were somewhat problematic. First, the cash involved was substantial, and was not a sum we wished to be carrying around Italy for very long. It was also enough to make the exchange rate of its acquisition an important consideration. Our solution was to gradually accumulate the cash throughout our trip by withdrawing extra money at each of our ATM visits and stashing it in a relatively safe location. Exchange rates at ATMs are usually pretty good, depending on the fees your bank decides to add (you should check this in advance to avoid surprises). The appointment condition required some planning – we needed to know when our train was to arrive at the Termini station, and we had to estimate how long it would take the taxi to get us to the apartment. We took our best guess and made the appointment for 1 PM.
Our taxi reached the street listed as the location of the apartment (Via del Governo Vecchio) and dropped us off, even though we didn’t seem to be near the address of the apartment. As it turned out, Via del Governo Vecchio is really just used by pedestrians, so the taxi was not able to pull up to the apartment. The driver pointed vaguely to the right before disappearing, however. We dragged our luggage down the cobblestoned street in the indicated direction, and at the correct address found a large, wooden, locked door. It was only 12:30, and we checked with some nearby storekeepers to see if they knew the manager with whom we were supposed to meet. For answers, we got shrugs. We noticed a café across from the apartment and sat down, surrounded by our luggage. We ordered lunch, which arrived quickly, and kept an eye on the door across the way as we were eating it. Around 1:10, a man came by the door, looked around briefly, and went into one of the stores. The shopkeeper pointed to us, and the man came over to us and introduced himself as the manager. Fortunately we’d finished lunch, so we paid and followed the manager to the door, which he opened for us.
Inside the door was a dimly-lit hallway with an elderly marble floor, parts of which were loose. At the end of the hallway we found a tiny elevator with wooden walls. We went up in shifts, the manager leading the way. On the second floor (first floor if you’re European), he opened a large, primitive-looking door for us and admitted us into the apartment, which turned out to be large and nicely decorated. He then explained some of the oddities to us. Using too much electricity at once would trip circuit breakers, and he showed us where they were, hidden behind a map hung on the wall in the entry hallway. The apartment had very high ceilings, and someone had taken advantage of this by adding lofts above the kitchen and the master bathroom. The loft above the kitchen was the second bedroom, and had two beds, to be used by Philip and Connie, and a low ceiling with a steel beam at forehead level. The loft above the master bathroom was a “drying room”, which was needed because there was no dryer to go with the washing machine (concealed in a cabinet in the master bathroom). The drying room had a drying rack, an ironing board and another low ceiling. The small kitchen had a number of appliances, some straightforward, and some which we never figured out. And we were informed of the existence of a grocery store up Via del Governo Vecchio. We handed the manager a wad of cash, and he handed us the keys, telling us to leave them on the kitchen table when we left a few days later.
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The first item on the agenda after the manager left was to hit the grocery store for food, beverages and laundry supplies. The store was small but had all the necessities. We noticed unexpectedly large selections of wine and olive oil, but maybe this is normal for Italy.
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We returned to the apartment and Nella began work on the laundry, washing enough clothing to last us for the rest of our stay in Rome and for the trip home. Another apartment quirk was discovered at this point: the washing machine was prodigiously slow. Nella responded to this discovery by doing crossword puzzles. Philip responded by taking a nap. Bob and Connie responded by going out to explore the nearby Piazza Navona.