But there are still occasional reminders that I'm not really from around here. For example - a couple weeks ago the streets were mysteriously peppered with confetti and streamers. Not just one street but all over the place. I would walk out to get groceries and find myself lost. Was there a party? Or lots of parties? What were we celebrating? (Was there food involved?) This wasn't just a one time mystery, it happened for days. Then the following week the secret partying seemed to have died down as quietly as it started.
Seriously Rome, why wasn't I invited to this party?
Here's hoping by this time next year I'm celebrating right alongside the Romans.