Gah, I told you I was horrible at blog writing! Once a week is unacceptable but you should see my journal (on second thought ... don't) - there are entries weeks apart. *shamed face*I went on a volunteer program called the "Weed & Read," yesterday at the Protestant Cemetery. And yes, there's only one of those, basically where most non-Catholics who die in Rome are buried. Don't think they're banished or anything though, the grounds are lush with trees and flowers and very well kept. Some of us students just came armed with brooms, rakes and gloves to put some sweat back into the Earth and help maintain graves where family members may no longer be around to upkeep them. Photo on the right are wilting pink flowers at the foot of the famous author, Percy Shelley's grave but the title of this blog is from a poem by John Keats, also buried in this cemetery.
Plus, just came back from Tivoli, this sprawling landscape of a town that would be any gardener's dream. A cardinal built his summer house there but "house" doesn't cut it - there are over 200 fountains in the backyard alone! And one even has an organ installed, it's beautiful and serene enough to want to throw an extravagant wedding in the height of springtime. Fountains gushing, birds chirping and the rustling of wind, pretty romantic I must say. But now it is time for a nap and then on to making some sort of dessert for my program's Valentine's Day "Festa d'Amore."I'll probably be in a chocolate coma soon.
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