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A Return to Rome

Heading home

We were up early, packed our bags, and headed to the cafe. This was our day to leave Sorrento for Rome, the end of our trip. We dropped the keys to the apartment a the cafe, “These are for Antonio.” “Ah, yes, Antonio, I will give them to him.”

We took the lurch-and-jerk train to Naples then boarded the sleek high-speed train to Rome. In Rome, we headed outside the terminal to the Red Cross tent for our COVID tests needed to get out of Italy and into the USA. Oh crap, the line snaked around the tent and down the sidewalk. All Italian lines are orderly and people polite. “Please, is this the end of the line?” “Please, can you show me where I should stand?” A Red Cross worker moved the line from one side of the tent to the other without anyone complaining. There was no butting in line, and Rome is a big city where people tend to be a bit pushier.

Testing was slow, and since it was Sunday, they would close at 4:00 PM (16:00). It was already 1:30, and the wait looked like it would be over two hours. Cindy counted the people waiting and calculated the time it took to process each person. Sally was sure they would not stop if we needed testing for our flight. “They wouldn’t just close at 4 if we really need a test?” There were at least 200 people in front of us.
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Finally, a man walked up in a Red Cross uniform. Cindy immediately assumed he would tell us that there wasn’t enough time and the people in front of us would be the last tested. I presume nothing when we travel.

“Please, how old are you?” We were a little puzzled. I tried to look as young and spritely as I could, but my knee hurting. We gave our ages. “Come, you do not need to wait in line. We will test you now.” We were tested and out in 45 minutes.

Hotel Katty is a small, inexpensive hotel on the fourth floor of a nineteenth-century building. Through massive wooden doors, we walked into a dark and slightly dingy courtyard. Several businesses had offices. There were signs for several hotels, obviously not on the ground floor. Most of Europe does not count the ground floor as the first floor. You must go up one flight of stairs to find the first floor.
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Hotel Katty had a brass sign stating, 4th floor. We had a choice, the marble staircase or the steel caged elevator slightly larger than my suitcase. Cindy and Sally threw their suitcases into the elevator with me and were off. I could barely move to push the button. Rattling and creaking, I reached the fourth floor before they arrived but could not get the door. On the fourth floor, we discovered the hotel was actually on the 5th floor. The sign downstairs lied, but I figured things changed, and they didn’t want to mess up a nice brass sign. The lady to came to the door directed us to the 5th floor.

Hotel Katty is on one floor, just a few rooms that are smallish but with large showers, the largest we have seen. The lady who checked us in was friendly. We dropped our bags and headed out.

Just down the block, we stopped for a beer at a hostel, then checked out a restaurant and walked around after that. We walked back to Restaurante Julie and had a delicious last meal in Italy.
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We went on a last gelato quest. Still, even with directions from the soldiers guarding the National Bank of Naples, we never found one open.

We went to bed early.

Posted by Deuxenvacances 20:25 Archived in Italy

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