At Campo del Fiori, they were having a market with lots of goodies. There were vendors with the typical I Heart Roma shirts and bags, some other clothing sellers, and food. Lots and lots of food. There was this great vegetable stand with the most gigantic red bell peppers I have ever seen, humongous eggplants, and everything looks bright and ripe. It was fantastic. Another few stalls were selling pasta and herbs. The pasta guy would start to sing a song and the vegetable stand man would join in. One vendor had all sorts of different truffle items: straight up truffles, truffle oil, truffle with parmesan, and truffle butter. Another vendor had jars upon jars of honey. There were all different kinds: thyme, "woods," chestnut, orange, eucalyptus, acacia, "sweet," and mixed flower. I wish I could have had samples!
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The lunch we ended up with wasn't bad, but it wasn't great. Then we picked up our bags from the hotel and headed off to the airport. I checked a bag and we made it through security. I went to use the ladies, which was actually co-gendered and had everyone confused. When I came back up, John informed me that I had been called back to security. We went back and they said they needed to search my bag. Strange, but okay, and I started to give them my laptop bag. No, they needed to search my checked bag. Fine, go ahead, I checked it! Nope, I had to leave my bag with John and go with a non-English speaking male security guard back through the airport, outside onto the tarmac, and into a little corner where some trucks were parked. With no one else around, he had me open the bag and he sifted through it, occasionally holding something up for me to clarify what it was, even though I'm pretty sure he didn't understand me. It was unnerving, but uneventful and I was brought back through security and John and I managed to have a peaceful flight back to Dublin.