6:50 I got settled on this little white bench in the middle of an open area. There were many people doing many things. The first thing I noticed was this little old woman sitting at the end of the bench I was sitting on. There was a bench next to me and a light post almost touching my right shoulder…of course I think ahead of time that it might get dark and I should sit next the light because I don’t want to be in the dark by myself. In the distance I saw a few Indians selling products like shirts and maps and other little cheap things. Then there was this long strange white container with I don’t even know what. The road was about 20 footsteps always from me. I saw many cars, buses, trams, and of course motor scooters driving and honkining, I have gotten used to it.
While I sit there in my little spot at the end of the bench I look down around me and found this broken wire with a plug and decide it’s a good artifact to keep and a cap from a bottle. As I was sitting I noticed that this little area was a very good meeting point because many couples, family and friends meet in the middle or wait for someone to come. As I was sitting I noticed on my left side a tobacco store and a restaurant with seating outside. Further ahead was a pharmacy.
As I was sitting in my little bench a few women sat on the bench next to me. They start chatting in Italian and from what I could understand, they were waiting for some other people to go to the restaurant. They seemed as though this was a usual place to wait and sit.
Sitting is an interesting concept for me. On the one had, in philly I never sit around and look at people and just watch philly. I am usually running around and doing homework or going to the gym. Even in Rome I don’t get to sit much. I feel as though I need to see everything or I become guilty that I am in Rome not doing anything. Then I put my little note book into my bag and just took in my surroundings. I was actually happy I got to slow down and just sit. Sitting felt like a relief. Being by myself was also something different. The girls and I are always together and I feel as though there is almost never any me time. Even though I love being around people, this time on my little bench felt so liberating and southing.
In the background… I hear dogs barking, people walking, and a man on his cell phone. Some people are noticing me as they walk by. Some are starting to stare. There are many men walking around this area, much less women.
Then a group of men pass me by and stare me down. They give me a look...that meant: I will take you to a dark corner and do scary things to you….eww.
This little boy about 12 years old sits next to me and starts talking to his mother that’s sitting on the bench next to mine. Then his father sat down next to him and proceeded to wait. He was smiling at me and then asked me something in Italian and I said hi and that I did not know Italian. He then pushed his son on the shoulder to talk to me. He blurted out in English what are you doing. I said I am sitting and doing homework. The young boy was not excited to translate but did so and the father became very excited. I then tried to tell him I was studying in Roma. He asked me many other things like how old I was, where I lived, if I liked Rome, where I was born, what did I do in Rome, and what my name was. He introduced me to the rest of his family and was very excited to learn anything about me. He also knew about Bush, Clinton and Hillary. We had a long conversation with the some translating what we both said. The son was not very happy to translate but I think he warmed up to me when I said he was excellent translator and knew English very well. I felt so conformable with them and welcomed. His family was dressed up waiting for other family members to come to go to dinner. The son’s name was Francesco and the father’s name was Ombrajo. He kept saying compliments to me and that he liked talking to me.
Then some time passes and this young man sits down next to me. He was handsome and looked like he was also waiting for someone. I thought he was waiting for his girlfriend for some reason. Then I look over and some men started to play music next to restaurant to make money. He noticed I took out my camera and started to take pictures of the men who were singing and playing music. He smiled at me and started to say something in Italian. I told him sorry I don’t know Italian that well. To my surprise he started speaking English. We started to chat and I found out he was a chef. He worked in many restaurants in trestevere. He told me he was meeting a friend after work. We got into a long conversation and I learned many interesting things about him. Unfortunately, I had to go because I had to meet with the girls in the piazza. So I said bye and it was nice talking to him. He said he wanted to see me again and gave me his card to call him. I said thanks and that I might call him. Well, I left my little spot and can admit I wanted to sit there some more. I love meeting new people and just learning about them and their story. It was a great ending to a fun, interesting, and relaxing 2 hours.
While I sit there in my little spot at the end of the bench I look down around me and found this broken wire with a plug and decide it’s a good artifact to keep and a cap from a bottle. As I was sitting I noticed that this little area was a very good meeting point because many couples, family and friends meet in the middle or wait for someone to come. As I was sitting I noticed on my left side a tobacco store and a restaurant with seating outside. Further ahead was a pharmacy.
As I was sitting in my little bench a few women sat on the bench next to me. They start chatting in Italian and from what I could understand, they were waiting for some other people to go to the restaurant. They seemed as though this was a usual place to wait and sit.
Sitting is an interesting concept for me. On the one had, in philly I never sit around and look at people and just watch philly. I am usually running around and doing homework or going to the gym. Even in Rome I don’t get to sit much. I feel as though I need to see everything or I become guilty that I am in Rome not doing anything. Then I put my little note book into my bag and just took in my surroundings. I was actually happy I got to slow down and just sit. Sitting felt like a relief. Being by myself was also something different. The girls and I are always together and I feel as though there is almost never any me time. Even though I love being around people, this time on my little bench felt so liberating and southing.
In the background… I hear dogs barking, people walking, and a man on his cell phone. Some people are noticing me as they walk by. Some are starting to stare. There are many men walking around this area, much less women.
Then a group of men pass me by and stare me down. They give me a look...that meant: I will take you to a dark corner and do scary things to you….eww.
This little boy about 12 years old sits next to me and starts talking to his mother that’s sitting on the bench next to mine. Then his father sat down next to him and proceeded to wait. He was smiling at me and then asked me something in Italian and I said hi and that I did not know Italian. He then pushed his son on the shoulder to talk to me. He blurted out in English what are you doing. I said I am sitting and doing homework. The young boy was not excited to translate but did so and the father became very excited. I then tried to tell him I was studying in Roma. He asked me many other things like how old I was, where I lived, if I liked Rome, where I was born, what did I do in Rome, and what my name was. He introduced me to the rest of his family and was very excited to learn anything about me. He also knew about Bush, Clinton and Hillary. We had a long conversation with the some translating what we both said. The son was not very happy to translate but I think he warmed up to me when I said he was excellent translator and knew English very well. I felt so conformable with them and welcomed. His family was dressed up waiting for other family members to come to go to dinner. The son’s name was Francesco and the father’s name was Ombrajo. He kept saying compliments to me and that he liked talking to me.
Then some time passes and this young man sits down next to me. He was handsome and looked like he was also waiting for someone. I thought he was waiting for his girlfriend for some reason. Then I look over and some men started to play music next to restaurant to make money. He noticed I took out my camera and started to take pictures of the men who were singing and playing music. He smiled at me and started to say something in Italian. I told him sorry I don’t know Italian that well. To my surprise he started speaking English. We started to chat and I found out he was a chef. He worked in many restaurants in trestevere. He told me he was meeting a friend after work. We got into a long conversation and I learned many interesting things about him. Unfortunately, I had to go because I had to meet with the girls in the piazza. So I said bye and it was nice talking to him. He said he wanted to see me again and gave me his card to call him. I said thanks and that I might call him. Well, I left my little spot and can admit I wanted to sit there some more. I love meeting new people and just learning about them and their story. It was a great ending to a fun, interesting, and relaxing 2 hours.
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