After living in Los Angeles for over ten years I forgot what Spring is like. In L.A. it’s no big deal. Really. Except for a few rainy weeks in February one wears open toe shoes year round in L.A. so there isn’t the same euphoria.
When I lived in New York City the first warm day after a long freezing winter I would walk up to Central Park along with half of Manhattan. You could feel the energy in the air shift. Going out at night, more daylight, new Spring clothes, it was fun (until my darn allergies kicked in).
True, despite the plethora of fur one sees here, it doesn’t get that cold in Rome. However, this was one of the coldest winters in Europe hence my excitement that it is OVAH.
Trees are budding, the winter coasts are gone, some crazy tourists are wearing T-shirts, flip flops and short shorts (hello, it’s not that warm yet) and the outdoor cafes are packed.
It seems like overnight the amount of tourists just quadrupled. High season starts this week. Fun.
Already friends of mine are asking me what I’m doing this summer. Let’s see, I don’t know how I’m paying my regular rent this summer. Therefore I don’t think I can plan to rent a place by the sea or in the mountains at this point.
I switched over my closet and some of my spring clothes are a little snug. Ha. I need to lay off the darn prosciutto. I can’t hide in winter layers anymore.
I met a friend at the Galleria Nazionale d’Arte Moderna to see the Twombly exhibit (more on that later). I cut through Borghese Park. It was a beautiful day.
I happened to see this little park, Villa Aldobrandini, off Via Nazionale. There were all these orange trees and camilla bushes. I was surprised to find this place next to such a busy street. I was looking for the church St. Peter’s in Chains but got lost and found this instead