Rome, but make it 1910. a digital nomad’s fever dream

i just checked the app and it’s 23.68°C but i think the real temp is’17... depends if you’re dodging the sun or staring at a screen like me, typing this under a bridge that maybe belongs to a monastery. either way, my keyboard sleeps less than i do. i’m basically a keyboard nomad now, like a hermit crab. tripadvisor says 5-star restaurants are overrated but i spent 20 euros on a charcuterie platter from sépierre last night because the papà of roman deli culture works here and his salami? it’s the kind of beef that makes your ancestors weep into prosciutto. tripadvisor link

i heard a barista in piazza navona say, "you’ll fall in love with the bocca delle bestie if you walk past macchinetta at ten-thirty but you’ll need to bribe the doorman with vowels." whatever that means. my phone’s dying so i’m charging it in the chain around a vintage tochtriepo’s coffin. wild.

"steer clear of the 'roman empire' hostel.
they put urinals in the common room

shelapelette is the best snack spot here. my neighbor, who’s a barmaid hybrid pirate, told me her grandma’s recipe includes lizard butter. passed. instead, i hit ‘roman street art alley’ at dawn and nearly collided with a guy whispering to pigeons. they were plotting something, i just know it.

if you get bored, Vatican City is a short train ride but it’s basically a museum with better lighting. the sistine chapel is a scam’-the frescoes are fire, but my back complained more than the crowd. pro tip: skip the merry-go-round by st. pete. it’s a ripoff. trust a local who wore a cat mask to pay.

iheard something’s gross in trastevere but can’t pinpoint. maybe it’s the non-locals acting like tourists? ha. anyway, i’m done writing. electricity is finicky here so this blows. catch you in the chaos