Surprising in Rome Bed and Breakfast
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Rome wasn't built in a day
So this morning was an early rise once again as we had to be out of our cabin by 8am and then to the Explorers lounge by 830am ready for our transfer to the Venice Airport (Marco Polo).
All this went smoothly and once at the airport we made the call to see if we could get an earlier flight to Rome rather than our 3pm flight. Luck was on …
Day 4 in Rome
... in a small piazza. After some map reading and wandering a bit, Shelly spotted the door - red ropes hung in the doorway. Despite the neighborhood being kind of quiet, we walked in and found a tiny but absolutely packed restaurant. Shelly ordered the Jewish traditional fried zucchini flowers and roasted artichoke. We all shared some meatballs and pasta. Very much worth the effort! After lunch we headed toward the St. Peter in Chains (San Pietra in Vincoli) church to try again to ...
Roma!
... museum at about 830, there was already a massive line wrapping around the block, and it was looking like it was going to pour rain any moment. . . . It started raining as we crossed the street to go in. . . thank heavens we had tickets to get right in, we walked right past all of those people lined up. We had a written guide on what to see and how to get there in the museum, so because it was early and there werent many people, we made ...
Roaming Rome
... i had help protect this little girl the guys we just wasting her. I thought it was pretty intense.
First impressions, Hot and awesome. yesterday was 36 and today was 37 degrees. So far the hotest climate i have been in my life. We did good work today. We walked right through the hotest part of the day beginning relatively early and finishing quite late. Saw the usual. Colosseum, Palatine? and the Forum. I kept laughing at how impressive it was in the heat. We would ...
Welcome to Rome
... is from Sicily. That’s all I got for now, but between that and living in the capital of Italy, I’m thinking the language won’t be too difficult to pick up. Let’s hope so, at least. My other class is surprisingly taught by a former hippie. He maintains that he holds minimal nostalgia of the provocative decade, but my guess is that that is due to his inability to remember it. He was a former member of the SDS and “knows what it’s like to ...