Hopeful for Trastevere?

Today we wandered over to the apartment in Trastevere that Italy-accom wanted us to look at. It’s noisy, wild, funky, and almost perfect. We thought we’d wait… go see the apt up at the Piazza del Popolo way WAY across town before making up our mind, but after standing on the bridge in the middle of the Tiber river and watching Tom on the phone in his indecision over accepting the place, I just wrote on a big piece of paper: ACCEPT THE PLACE! He hung up the phone happier than I’ve seen him in a while. He finally got his hovel in Trastevere.

It’s on the top floor, of an ancient bldg, right over an Indian restaurant and across the street from a jazz lounge called “Big Mama”. Right across the street is a beauty salon that carries BedHead and BigSexyHair, two products I can’t live without and was lamenting the loss of when the cans leaking all over in my luggage in the cargo hold. (Girls, I know you’re rejoicing for this frizz-head right now!) It has a large kitchen, internet connect (allegedly) and GET THIS: a huge clawfoot tub right in the middle of the one and only bedroom. Did I mention that that’s right next to the working fireplace? (Like I’m going to search out and haul up firewood, HA!) The bed is a huge four poster with flying canopies of bright fabric. Decidedly funky. The stove is huge and the bathrooms appear adequate, with a stone utility sink in one so big that I’m sure I can bathe Clare in it.

So, we are supposed to move in on Monday. Send the strongest vibes you can for good luck.