AI: Day 4

We woke up with a craving for crepes. I had seen some in Trastevere and so we decided to head in that direction. We thought crepes sounded perfect for breakfast and so with no food we took off. Retracing our steps was much more difficiilt then expected and so by the time we found the crepe shop we were starving. With broken English the woman informed me there were no crepes till 2 in the afternoon. I ordered gelato to hold me over but it couldn't fill the void the disappointment had created. We decided to forgo breakfast and move straight on to lunch and so we found a place that would suffice. I ordered vegetable soup as I needed some greens at this point in the trip. Seriously some of the best soup I had ever had.
Afterwards we decided to venture back to this giant flea market we had seen from the tram. The thing was huge. We would walk down one row and at the end you could help down 3 different directions. Unfortunately, we had showed up near the end so they were closing down but we still saw sooo much! There were antique and vintage items, used clothes and new clothes, shoes, and so much more.
We went back to the flat and as we were in the kitchen speaking with Nikki we heard a loud explosion. The 3 of us ran to our bedroom as it was open to the terrace. Deya ran in and joined us as we looked down below to figure out what happened. It seriously sounded like a bomb but we deduced it was a kid setting off a home made bomb or firework. It was so funny because some woman was out there cussing the kid out in Italian. Lots of flailing arm movements and I heard the word "stronzo" several times which means asshole. She continued to yell at him to the door of her apartment, wait to go in so she could continue to yell at him and then up to her apartment. I then saw her come out on to her patio on the top floor with her cell phone and I believe she called someone and explained the situation to them. She was very heated about the subject.
We then took a nap and caught a late easy dinner. Nikki invited us out for gelato but we just wanted to stay in and chill out and read.
Yes, maybe a slow day, but I don't like to be go go go all the time, especially on a vacation.
Side note: I included the picture of the tram so you could see how crazy packed this thing would get. Plus Italians are not the brightest about riding public transportation. The tram gets packed regardless but instead of moving down to where there is open space and make room for the people getting on they like to stand right in the entrance way. A lot of people end up waiting for a next tram because of this tactic. I on the other hand don't scare easily and so I push people out of the way and get on. One lady gave me some seriously dirty looks as she got trampled because of my insistence. I also like to yell at people to move, which is very funny to me as they probably don't speak English. I feel all my bad behavior is a norm in Italy- :)