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Rome Day 1

Jet Lag

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Our flight to Rome was boarding as we raced across the Newark airport. Sally stopped at a gate. I said, “Keep going, quick, C128.” Sally shot back, “No, C138, 138, now, here, they are almost finished boarding.” We made it just under the wire, but we made it. Close enough counts.

It is now 6:40 PM (Rome Time), but it’s 40 minutes past midnight back home, and we have not been to bed for thirty-two hours (someone, check that math, I am drinking wine). Someone check my spelling.

We arrived at Leonardo de Vinci Airport of Rome just after 7, forty-five minutes out of Rome. The signs were clear, train this way. We found our train, but the high-speed train does not go to Trastevere, our neighborhood. 0d60f2e0-0f3a-11ec-8ebe-dbb48aed5da0.jpegThe local train took a few minutes longer. We emerged on a bustling street with various bus stops, tram stops, parking lots, honking, motor scooters, and an honest-to-God neighborhood. Not a fanny pack in sight. We were the only ones with suitcases. 0e8ca1a0-0f3a-11ec-8ebe-dbb48aed5da0.jpeg0de14670-0f3a-11ec-8ebe-dbb48aed5da0.jpeg

I found the tram stop with my phone, and with gestures and pointing to my phone, we caught Tram #3 closer to our apartment. Off the tram, we risked life and limb to cross a treelined boulevard and vanished into a narrow street full of stalls and people haggling over clothes.

We followed our phone to the address. It was near a small piazza with a playground in the middle. Massive double doors in a nondescript building opened to a cobblestone courtyard stacked with balconies. Texting with booking.com gave us the codes, and we were in. 0b3f4b60-0f3a-11ec-8ebe-dbb48aed5da0.jpegff9881a0-0f39-11ec-a7bc-e77fade4790e.jpeg

After washing our faces, we were off. After stopping at a small restaurant on a narrow street for lunch, we walked to the Tiber River then to our Hop-on and Hop-off bus. 0c25b3c0-0f3a-11ec-8ebe-dbb48aed5da0.jpeg10aa0360-0f3a-11ec-9d46-63283520a82e.jpeg Unfortunately, it seems our tickets were a scam. The company didn’t exist, but another bus was glad to sell us tickets. We spent the day riding around the center of Rome, listening to the audio tour, and getting off a few times. We finally wore out, walked from Circus Maximus to our neighborhood and our apartment. It was hot, but along the way, we stopped at the ubiquitous water fountains, spouting water. The water is good to drink, and they are everywhere. We picked up a bottle of wine, pizza, and a fried rice/cheese/bacon ball.
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We have been communicating with the people who manage this apartment but have yet to pay. They seem a bit nonchalant about the money.

We are winding down, but it has been a good day. Tomorrow we begin with the Vatican.

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Another complexity

Delayed flight

We had already received a text that the flight was delayed when we arrived for our 2:08 flight. On the drive to Richmond, I called United, and they reassured me it was possible to make the Newark flight to Rome. At the airport I found that we will arrive at Newark as the plane to Rome is boarding. It would be possible to make it but only barely. I called United for options. The next available flight, with three seats, is two days from now, but if we were willing to go to Naples, we could get a flight tomorrow morning. That would put us into Naples tomorrow evening. Naples is an hour from Rome. The agent suggested I cross my fingers and make a decision in Newark if we miss the flight. I think a beer is in order.

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Dog Heart break

Katie won't look at me

Once Katie jumped out the truck, she knew were she was, camp, dog camp with strangers. Treated like a dog. They don't even let her sit under the dining table and catch treats. They may be nice and call her sweet names but they are not her daddy even if her daddy forgot her bed. She probably will have to sleep on straw with the horses.
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Paper Work Completed

Q-tip and uploaded.

A 8:00 we arrived at the clinic for our COVID tests. At 10:30 the three of us had Q-tips run up our nostrils. We are officially COVID free. Back at the house, I uploaded to the United Airlines site, our COVID tests, our COVID vaccination cards and our EU Passenger Locator Form. Next, tell the dog she is going to camp for three weeks. I hate the crying.

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Old Guys Get Grumpy

Could be the wine

We were having supper, spicy pork spaghetti sauce, pasta, salad, and cheap Chianti (it was bad). We needed to make decisions about the Ufizzi tickets, the Accademia tickets and if we were taking the ferry from Sorrento to Amalfi, Positano or both. Text messages were pinging, someone wanting me to help them with banking information. I am their payee, managing their money for them. I sent a copy of the statement. I was having trouble figuring out the blogging platform. The dogs were barking. My wife Cindy and Sally were eating but my plate was waiting. My wine glass was already empty. I switch from the blog to the Ufizzi web site.
"Who is the idiot that designed this web site?"
"Stop what you're doing and eat."
"What idiot would make you jump over two pages to find the combination ticket?"
"Eat. Does he always get like this?"
"Yes. This is when I take the dog for a walk. Usually she's first to the door. Look, she's at the door now."
"Dumb idiots. Look, it said tickets for 8:15 but on the next screen I select the time."
"Should we skip dessert and take the dogs for a walk?"
"Probably."
"Is there more wine?"
"Yes. While we are gone: buy the Ufizzi, combination ticket. We will decided the Accademia when we get to Rome. The ferry can wait. Look at the blog tomorrow. I will see you at home."
The door shut. The screen flashes with our confirmation. I press print and hear the printer starting up. At least we have tickets to the Ufizzi.
Never buy the $4.99 Chianti again.

Posted by Deuxenvacances 18:13 Archived in USA Comments (0)

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