When in Rome

by Nancy Sherer

Here are some things I learned about being a tourist in Rome.

Meals:
Don't ask what is in the salad.
No matter what you order in a restaurant, you will be served what ever the cook feels like making.
The restroom is adjacent to the kitchen. You don't want to see either one.
‘Chicken' in every restaurant that I ate at was much smaller than any chicken than I have ever seen, and it didn't taste like chicken.
Italian waiters are every bit as friendly as French waiters.
You will be charged for that basket of stale, dirty bread even if you don't touch it. Don't bother putting it in your pocket so you can feed the pigeons in the park because there aren't any pigeons in Rome. There is some type of fowl, served in some restaurants, that is approximately the size of a pigeon, but that is called ‘chicken.'

General information and advice concerning Rome:
Do not wear opened toed shoes. Eventually you will realize that those wet spots on the sidewalk really are what you thought they were.

After writing post cards to your friends and relatives back home, throw them directly in the garbage so the Italian post office workers don't have to be bothered to do it for you.

Beggars often have three arms. One for holding the crutch, one held palm out for donations, and the one under their coat that picks your pocket. I could say a lot more about the ‘beggars' in Italy, but that is something that every tourist enjoys best from first-hand experience.

There are thousands of stray cats in Rome. There's nothing like strolling through those historic streets with the perfume of cat wafting through the air. I don't know why or how they survive, but Rome is full of cats. They are a scrawny breed- about the size of a small chicken.

If you are considering a trip to Rome, my best advice is: Go to Germany.