Europe Day 23: Football

Italians love their football! Not tackel-on-the-grid-iron-with-a-pig-skin-football, but what we American's call soccer. 

I bought a jersey for ten euro.  I paid very close attention to the game.  I cheered at the right times. I felt like a super fan.

Sitting in the well-behaved family section of the audience, the people around me didn't get too roudy.  We all sat most of the time, clapped and cheered when something good happened, and tossed our hands angrily into the air, or shouted when something bad happened.  I'm assuming they were shouting at the ref, but it was all in Italian, so I'm not really sure.

On the other end of the field were the super fans.  These people sported their team jerseys, and wildly waved their team flags.  At half time, they set off huge "BOOMS" of some sort, as well as smoke bombs.  They sang songs, they led chants, and almost never held still.  It was crazy! I desperately wanted to be on the other side of the field, where the cool stuff was happening. But, I got some popcorn from one of the vendors.  I was just thinking the other day how much I missed popcorn, and I enjoyed every single bit.

Laundry came after soccer.  It was not a very interesting affair; it just kind of happened.

Dinner came next-chinese again.  We have been there enough times that it is comfortable and familiar.  It's nice to have that when in Rome and everything is so strange.

Tomorrow is Easter.  We are leaving the hotel at 5:30 in the morning to wait in line to get into St. Peter's square, where we will proceed to fight the crowds for front row seats.  I'll be sure to tell you all about it tomorrow, but I think I shall go to bed early tonight.  5:30 will come much faster than I want it too I am sure!

Oh, Roma won the match.  I'm not sure who they were playing, but we won!  Yay Roma!