One month in Rome and we are thriving in the fresh air and unrelenting beauty of this city.   Still, moving takes so much energy.  I fall into bed at night physically exhausted and mentally tapped.  The final leg of our transition from India to Italy begins next week when we move from a residence hotel to our lovely apartment.

I see so much abundance here – of light, food, laughter, views, smiles, handsome and healthy faces – and it makes me feel a tad guilty for living in a place where life seems easier.  Lala says that she doesn’t want to forget that people elsewhere struggle for the gifts that are so apparent here.

Last week, George’s teacher projected a photo of a man in South Asia carrying bricks on his back.  He was prone with the weight of the bricks and he stood in front of  a brightly painted door.  A child stood nearby.  The teacher asked, “What is going on in the photo?”

I wondered how George felt to have a scene that was once a part of his daily landscape in India become a point of study in his new classroom.  None of the other students understood the photo and George proudly gave it context.  He sees that here, machines and relative wealth save men from the brutal force of manual labor.

Lala says that she is one of only three kids in her 9th grade class who has moved to Rome this year from another country.  Scan the faces in the international schools here and they are diverse. But most of the students are of Italy, much like the multicultural students in a New York City classroom are of the US.  My children often feel as though they are of nowhere.  “Where are you from?” is their most dreaded question.  I’ve heard Lala reply so many times, “It’s complicated.”

Our hotel sits in a valley between the Aventine, Palatine and Capitoline hills – three of ancient Rome’s seven defining geographic landmarks.  The boys pass the open doors of San Giorgio church and the soft chant of morning prayer on the way to their bus stop.  Lala walks to school along the spine of Circus Maximus and Jim passes the Forum on the way to his office.  This is his view:

And this is Lala’s:

Lala is my baby bird who has discovered that she has wings.  In Delhi she couldn’t go anywhere on her own but here, the city is hers to explore.  Pick pockets abound but Rome is safe otherwise.  Physical and violent crime occurs less here than in most cities in the US or Europe.

Eddie has joined the San Paolo soccer club.  It’s a sporting and community center run by the Church and filled with a healthy socioeconomic mix of attractive and animated local families.  The people-watching here is as entertaining as the soccer.

Eddie’s first soccer lesson at San Paolo included how to fake an injury.  When the coach yelled  “Foulo,” the boys dropped to the ground and feigned extreme pain.  I sent an email about the Foulo to Eddie’s coaches in Delhi because I knew they would have a good laugh.  They sent back a video of Eddie’s old team demonstrating its own version of the Foulo.  Some of you may have seen it on Facebook.

And my Italian?  It slips through my brain like water in a sieve.

Here are a few photos of our first weeks.  The landscape is mighty awesome.  You can see why Romans forgive the city its inefficiencies.

11 thoughts on “Rome”

  1. What amazing citizens of the world, your children! Hope the last bit of the move goes smoothly. We’re still unpacking!

  2. I’m so glad you are continuing the blog in Rome! I always enjoy reading about your families adventures. Hopefully, we can get together somewhere, sometime in Europe!

  3. Your children are experiencing life in a way most people (including my kids) can only dream of! Just magnificent!!

    1. elana – i see your posts on facebook and i think… ah, the perfect mom! life looks so happy in your home. hope you are well.. xt

  4. Great stuff. Keep ‘em coming. Your kids have really had a lifetime of experiences in their short lifetimes. Say hi to Yard

    Bill Torpy

  5. You’ve made me even more determined to visit you with the girls. Might as well make it a hat trick. Alice is studying ancient Greece and Rome this year in 6th grade. They do online archeological digs, billed with pride by the faculty. We brought Molly to Rome before Alice was born. Def. need to revisit. Italy is my favorite country in the world (after Scotland – no maybe tied actually.) I am deeply envious. Please post a lot.

  6. Emma, you must bring the girls… to study ancient Rome and then to see the ruins while it’s all fresh in the mind is a gift they won’t forget. Olivia has a Roman topography course and she takes us on guided tours with lots of good information she picks up in class… stories you might not encounter in a text or travel book.

    And the art – ohh, the art…

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