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... and we were met by Alessandro who is the sister of Rosa who owns the apartment. She picked Jean out as her guest, from all the dark haired Italians who got off the train, and drove us to the apartment. It is only a 10 minute walk, but it saved Jeans foot for our walk later on.
Jean is having a sleep right now, so I will send this and do the rest of the day after drinks.
Lots and Lots of pics to follow.
... really feeling like a rebel now! But we made it to the city center without getting a ticket checked and not needing to pay a fine. Once in town, we made our way to the Colosseum. It towered over everything around it and was awesome. So what did we do, we stood in line to get tickets. Luckily there were less people trying to sell things, just had to deal with the people giving tours to bypass the line. Once inside we spent a ...
... The guide, who seemed flustered but lovely, took us to get audio guides so we could hear her speaking into her microphone above the ruckus.
We met three nice Americans on our tour, and all agreed to stick together! They were Amy and Hernan (married) and Sean (Amy’s brother). Amy and Hernan were visiting Sean who is on a Navy posting in Naples.
Our guide took us through the Vatican Museum, telling us about the history of the building, ...
... get us lined up with the right train and even called a hostel for us in CT to line us up a place to stay. He then went on to tell us how he is a street performer and plays the guitar and sings. It was how he bought his Iphone. He asked us if we wanted him to sing for us and in the middle of the train station he just starts belting out this song. I wish I could buy some of this kids confidence off of him. This kid made my whole day. Turned out ...
... filled with camera equipment, my computer in a briefcase hanging across my chest and 2 very stuffed bags (one roller and crammed with a 5 liter tin of olive oil; the other not). I huffed and puffed with a couple of breaks all the way to the front. My burden was heavy! The taxi stand finally appeared in the distance and I was off to the hotel.
I check in at the Albergo Nazionale (excellent, BTW) and walked into my room. I drew the curtains and ...