For the past eight weeks, I have been working in Hamburg, Germany on a near-shored project to Geneva. As a result, I lost a bit of time commuting and haven’t found the time to really catch up on blogging.

In April, I took the yearly weekend trip to Rome to watch Italy play in the Six Nations rugby challenge. This year, they were up against the Irish, and amazingly won. I think it’s only England and Wales that they are left to beat and I’m sure it won’t be too long now.

Luca and I flew into Rome on a Friday night. Toni was supposed to come along, but ditched us along the way due to other committments. He did book our accomodation which was a nice enough bed and breakfast but was a little bit further away from town than what we really should have been. Fortunately the weather that weekend was grand – enough for a light coat in the evenings, blue sky and warm sunshine.

As these weekends tended to go, we got up for a rather lazy breakfast, walked around town for a bit with lots of great photo opportunities around The Vatican. It was particulary busy that weekend because not only had the new pope been voted in, but there was also the Rome Marathon on the Sunday when we left.

We walked around all day, heading out to the stadium. This year’s trek was much nicer in the sunshine compared to last year’s tromping around in freezing snow. We had the perfect seats as well – very close and fortunately in the sunny side of the stadium where I think I even got a little sunburned sitting there all afternoon.

We had a late dinner booked at the wonderful La Carbonara which did not disappoint. It’s the one further away from the centre and you definitely need reservations. We saw numerous people turned away.

When I booked the flights, I wasn’t quite sure where I was going to be yet, so I had an early flight back on Sunday. It was a good thing too since I needed to get home, repack before organising my things for the early flight out the next morning.

A lovely weekend all around.