We walked virtually all of pedestrian, mainstream Rome and found a great little restaurant in the shadows of Santa Maria della Pace where we could eat outside and eat a food we'd never heard of prior to that moment (saltimbocca). We also marveled at Michelangelo's greatest works and the style, ancient and modern, of the whole country.

Back at home, after a memorable travel experience (about which more another day), we did nothing. Not the kind of metaphorical nothing that people like to talk about. No sir. We did nothing. It was the perfect balance of go-go jet-setting vacation and un-showered bumming; by this morning I was actually ready to go back to work, play basketball at Perkiomen Academy, and be back to the proverbial grind. Being OK with vacation ending is my definition of a perfect vacation.