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... world pass by, but after 45 minutes we wonder where our four cheeses and mussels are. The waiter apologises profusely and advises us that our order got mixed up. She promises it will be ready in another 15 minutes, and would we accept a free drink. But of course!
At 11:30pm we decide it is time to get back to our lodgings. We enter the long pedestrian tunnel to the Spagna Metro station. The end of ...
... rats. We gathered our bag and asked for the bus stop to get us back to Termini. Hymie is learning English and does very well but didn’t trust himself to answer us or know he had understood our question. He went in search of help and found Brother Charles, whom we had also met, and was from New York. He looked it all up on his GPS, showed me the route and the street names and we were off.
The wind and the rain had picked up. It was pretty ...
First full day in Rome. We decided to give our feet and knees a break and get on one of the double decker tour buses to explore the city. They had an audio component that covered points of interest along the way. Between attractions, they played the same classical music that I remember from the Bugs Bunny cartoons of my youth. Weird connection. We traveled the route twice. First loop, we listened to the typical tourist narrative, and took pictures. ...
The check-out time at our hostel was 10am, so we packed up our stuff and put our luggage in lockers. We found a little cafe in which to eat breakfast, and then rented bikes which we used for 3 hours. We biked to Nymphenburg park, the summer quarters of the Bavarian royal family. It was free to enter the park but we didn't because we would've needed to leave our bikes behind. We then biked to ...
“You’re now closer to 40 than you are to 30”.
“Go **** yourself”.
“I knew you’d be happy I pointed that out”.
At 36 he’s a loving husband, a doting father, a consultant psychiatrist with the NHS, owns his own house in Manchester and drives a BMW. But when he parties, he’s 18 all over again. He Smashes.
Ann, Jai and their friends ...