Day 4- Grocery Shopping and Pizza

The girls and I did our first shopping excursion to the Carrefour Market on Via Di Fornaci all by ourselves. I was really excited just to get more food into the apartment not necessarily for the adventure. In fact, the adventuring part made me a little sick.( If you didn't already know that I'm pregnant with baby #3, then maybe that would help explain things. Yup! Vatican citizen come March!) ...anywhoo....Foooooood. Yeeess. (I'm definitely pregnant.)  I've been so hungry the past few days and jet-lagged that I've barely been able to keep myself together. And the chicken we brought home a few days ago was cooked without salt. In unsalted butter. Yuk. I need sauce! I can't live like this! I thought it very ironic that in the first few days of moving to Rome, city of food, I've been starving. 

So I had Stella on my back in the Ergo, Emma in one hand, and the borrowed wheely grocery cart in the other hand. (Where can I get one of these?!) After quite a lengthy walk (at a toddlers pace of course) we got to the grocery store. I basically abandoned my list. I didn't want to look too confused and I really had to focus on what the food said. Kilos? Crap. I definitely have no idea how much that is! I wanted to order a bunch of cured meats at the Deli but not knowing the language held me up a bit. I settled the prepackaged section that didn't require me to say anything.( Don't judge, I only had a month to leave the country and that didn't give me very much time to learn the language. I'm working on it.) 

I got fruit and sauce and bread and meat and more sauce and q-tips and plastic wrap and tupperware and a little Swiss chocolate. Plus other stuff. It was a pretty successful trip. Not flawless of course. Stella did kick a bottle of Limoncello on the floor,shattering it, and frustrating the Italian stocker lady. Whoops! hehe. I held back my desire to like the Limoncello off my hand after I handed the broken bottle to her. I didn't even know how to say sorry. But I do know. In case I pull another bull in the china shop, I'll just back out slowly with wildly kicking toddler legs at my side saying "Mi dispiace! Mi dispace!" Exit, then run like hell. 

With the walk and getting a little lost and the way back, the whole trip was about 2 hours and 74 euros ($99). It exhausted everyone except Stella who slept on the way back. In fact some lady stopped and said she was concerned that my baby head was going to fall off or something. I was like, "it's ok. she sleeps like this all the time". It's like upward dog with jawls flapping in the wind, according to some obscure yoga pose. But being very persistent, and well-intentioned I decided to humor her and put on the head strap for Stella.

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Skip to this evening after naps... We went out and saw Piazza Navona. 1st Piazza! Very cool. Saw tons of art (briefly), the sidewalk spraypaint artists, a string trio, a lady playing a purple harp, and of course the very cool fountain. Lots and lots of food out in the streets. And then....Pizza! Bruchetta! Jerusalem Articokes! So yummy. Finally, I meal I can smile at. :)