We saw our first protest today. While we were having our Machiattos at the Piazza Venezia, a large group of young protesters gathered in front of the cafe and started shouting. We weren't the only ones confused. The Italians standing in front of us were clearly scratching their heads, unable to make out the banners, or tell what the leaders were shouting, despite (or because of) the large speakers and amplifiers they were using. At one point the protesters seemed to be taunting the police. If you've ever seen how Italian police are equipped, you know that this may be unwise. The owner of the cafe came out and asked if we were Americans. He assured us that the protesters were harmless, but said we would help us if we were worried about anything. The Romans have been very, very kind to us. Our taxi driver expressed sadness over the troubles in America in mixed English and Italian. All in all, Rome is one of the friendliest cities I have ever visited.