The words were no sooner out of my mouth when . . .
Oh, look! cried my husband. It's a McDonald's! There it is!
Oh. my. goodness. Hell hath no fury like a Mom who gets stonewalled when trying to educate her family.
For goodness sakes, you guys! I whispered furiously. We're in Rome. The Eternal City. Surely you're not excited about McDonalds?
But they didn't hear me; in fact, they weren't even listening to me. I was an annoying, pesky fly and it was lunchtime and they were hungry.
As I watched the four of them stroll over toward the Golden Arches, I sat on the edge of the fountain in Piazza della Rotunda with my tour book and my map and my notes in my lap. I was most annoyed.
They returned holding bulging lunch bags and looking a little sheepish, and while they ate I strolled around the piazza taking pictures.
When I took this photo, I sighed. They looked so happy. They looked . . . well, like boys.
Okay. They may not be able to tell you that the oculus in the Pantheon's dome measures 29 feet in diameter, or that Italy's first two kings (Vittore Emanuele II and Umberto I) are buried there . . . but they can tell you where to find a McDonald's in Rome. I guess they learned something.