Found an English language bookstore, The Lion, on the Via dei Greci. Great place to spend a rainy afternoon but auntie clearly impatient. I picked up a couple of books for the five-hour-long train trip to Matera tomorrow.
Not many restaurants open in Rome late on Sunday, so we ended up eating Chinese (Cinese). It was really good. Who wouldda thunk it?
Read in a SI article about Pat Tillman:
Fear is what stands between a man and an extraordinary life. The surest way through it is to stare it down over and over, until that gaze becomes habit.