June 28 - Geocaching, Picnic lunch in Doria Pamphilj and Modern Art and Dinner in Testaccio

The girls started off this morning by staging a play for us.  I won't even begin to intimate that it is all sunshine and roses between the 3 of them but this morning was very cute.  I can't even quite piece together what the play was actually about - perhaps part fashion show, part modern dance.  Since it's Sunday and everything is closed, we decided to stay local and have a picnic at the Doria Pamphilj park.  To make the walk a little more interesting and a little less of a whine-fest, we decided to geocache along the way.  Wikipedia describes Geocaching as "an outdoor recreational activity, in which participants use a GPS receiver or mobile device and other navigational techniques to hide and seek containers, called "geocaches" or "caches", anywhere in the world."  Sounds weird but it's really fun and the girls were soooo into it.  We found 2 geocaches and put our names in the log.  We plopped down on a blanket at the edge of the playground in the park and enjoyed our picnic lunch and a glass of wine while the kids ricocheted back and forth between us and the play structures.  We went back home and cooled off before heading back to the Testaccio neighborhood to visit a satellite of the MACRO modern art museum.  This one only had Josh Smith paintings which Charlotte promptly labeled 'scribble scrabbles'.  That neatly summed up the feelings of the group.  We walked to Flavio al Velavevodetto for dinner and the girls made me proud.  There was a table of Romans behind us and their children were screaming and making a ruckus.  Amazingly, our little ladies were well behaved and quiet.  It was refreshing change to not be the mom looking around to all the other tables with apologies in my eyes.  Tonight, that was someone else's job!

We went back home and cooled off before heading back to the Testaccio neighborhood to visit a satellite of the MACRO modern art museum.  This one only had Josh Smith paintings which Charlotte promptly labeled 'scribble scrabbles'.  That neatly summed up the feelings of the group.  We walked to Flavio al Velavevodetto for dinner and the girls made me proud.  There was a table of Romans behind us and their children were screaming and making a ruckus.  Amazingly, our little ladies were well behaved and quiet.  It was refreshing change to not be the mom looking around to all the other tables with apologies in my eyes.  Tonight, that was someone else's job!