The avventura begins

First off, welcome to our blog. We're so glad you're here.
Today was day one of Chaya and Zvi's adventures 'moonin Europe. We left Efrat totally sleep deprived (Shout-out to  Rach and Yoav who got married the night before we left) and a little bit all over the place. We made it to the airport and through check in without any major mishaps (unless you count Zvi's bathroom escapades.) And the flight thank God had no major problems or mistakes except for Tina Fey and Paul Rudd's "Admission."

It served one purpose at least...

We arrived in Istanbul to find exactly what one would expect: Locals wearing Fez's, ridiculous signs in the bathrooms and many confused looney toons. (It was also exactly like this)

 

 

 

Whoops!

Aerial shot of Istanbul. I can only assume the big black spot is what's left of Taksim Square. (Too soon?)

We finally got to Rome (For the record, it turns out there is NO gate E, Only A, B, C, D and G...) and needed to cab it to the apartment we're staying in this week. While the cab was supposed to be 50 euro, the cabbie somehow bargained his way down to 43, which was fine by us! He insisted he knew where he was going, but we got a little nervous when he whipped out a map and start reading it while driving. But no worries, we got here okay.
When researching and booking sleeping accommodations for our trip, we mostly used airbnb.com, a great website for people who rent out their apartment. The owner of the apartment is a great (looking) guy\ named Maurizzio, and he showed us how to work everything and told us about the 2 supermarkets on the block.
Needing to do some walking around (and food) we decided to try and find these 2 supermarkets.
About an hour later we came home completely empty handed, but with our first encounter with random Italians on the street. We were aimlessly searching for a supermarket when a girl and her mother walked past us. I did a double take when I saw they were both wearing Hebrew Krav Maga shirts, and of course we had to talk to them. They're Hebrew wasn't great, and they didn't help us find anything at all, but it was still pretty cool that 100% of the women we've spoken to in Italy speak and understand Hebrew. I can only assume this streak will continue. Strangely enough though, all the men sound like they're trying to do terrible Borat imitations.

Miscusi...Very Nice!

We capped off our night with a beautiful gourmet meal.

Pictured: Authentic Italian cuisine

Should be back to post again at the end of the week after we meet the Pope and solve Dan Brown type mysteries.
Ciao!
Chaya and Zvi