Rome: Day 3

On Saturday, Julia showed us the church and student community center where she used to live and study. We had a nice picnic (away from the rain), took a nap in the comfy chairs, and played with the Euro version of Lincoln logs. We then explored the staircases of the theology library.
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We visited the Villa Borghese museum, which was filled with extravagant marble and the famous Bernini sculptures (Appollo e Daphne and David, to name a few).
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After a wet walk through the park, we took a pause at a café to dry off and have an afternoon cappucino. It amazes me how many waiters rattled on in Italian, expecting me to answer. Thanks to my French, I have an ounce of advantage in uderstanding the language when compared to the 100% anglophone. That is not to say, however, that my spoken Italian isn't just as broken and smattered with sign language as any other non-speaker. It takes quite a bit of effort to even guess at the pronunciation of a word. Oh well, I now know what I need to work on.
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Saturday night, we dined at a wonderful little restaurant where I ate the best pizza of my life (mozzarella, zucchini blossoms, and anchovies), roquet and tomato salad with olive oil and lemon juice, and tiramisu with strong espresso and the richest mrscapone that has ever touched my palate. Yum is all I can say.
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Afterwards, we explored la Notte dei Musei (Museum Night), where we saw fluo colums, complete with pink soldiers on horseback and museum lines that stretched down the stairs and wrapped around the block. Because we were thoroughly tired and our shoes had transformed into squishy water vessels, we left the long lines, rejected free, unlimited museum access, and headed to the hostel in pursuit of much needed sleep.