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Trip Start Sep 13, 2010
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Trip End Apr 12, 2012


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Monday, September 13, 2010

September 13, 2010. We flew out of Charlotte to Munich via Lufthansa. My compulsion and partial fear of flying made us get to the airport a bit early (okay four hours) so I could have a few cocktails of liquid courage. The flight was excellent – as far as flights go! Lufthansa makes sure you get a lot of food (weird for airlines), lots of drinks (weirder) and good customer service (weirdest). The US airlines might want to take a look at these Germans. Quinn caught about an hour sleep and Wade would say he slept for about an hour as well, although by my calculations Wade slept for closer to three hours – we arrived unscathed and bellies full in Munich.

Although the travel was uneventful, we were going on twenty four hours of being up by the time we walked through the Munich airport. I was tired, kids were tired, Wade was tired, and we felt yucky from traveling. We went to the wrong gate, realized a few minutes before the flight was to board and had to run across the airport to make our flight to Rome. Wade was stressed out, the kids were exhausted and felt yanked around by us and fighting with each other. Once securely at the gate, I had a mini-meltdown crying session where I started worrying - once again - that we are morons and that all this is not worth it. Wade reminded me - once again - that it would all be okay and that if it sucks we will just treat this as a vacation!

With reassurance and the realization that we are actually about to board a plane to Rome (boo hoo for me!) I pulled myself together and stopped acting like a jack ass (or as much as I am able to for a period of time).

Hagan and Wade sat together and Hagan promptly went to sleep while Wade looked on. Quinn and I sat beside this older woman from Greensboro with whom we made general small talk as the planed taxied to the runway. I learned that she was traveling for her first time to Rome with her church group. She had five grown children, something about an RV trip she took with them when they were kids and then I am sure a lot of other interesting stuff she intended on telling us – but Quinn and I fell asleep before the plane even took off. I did wake up three or four times during the hour and a half flight to find Quinn with his leg on the old lady's face or in her lap or drooling on her arm! Although I felt immense compassion for her to be seated next to the wiggly Chinese kid, I was terribly concerned about my own sleep! So, I am very sorry old lady from Greensboro – you seemed awfully nice and I hope you enjoy your trip to Rome. I also hope that you have a better seat mates on the flight home!

Ladies and Gentleman Welcome to Rome! We took a shuttle from the airport and were promised delivery to the door of our hotel. Turns out that promises are not always kept by shuttle guys who hustle tourists! Who knew? We were dropped several blocks away with no understanding of where the hotel was. So we wondered around with our luggage looking like lost, exhausted, hot (not in the good looking sense), grumpy tourist – which of course we were. Finally we appealed to a cab driver to stop for us, even though we were not at a taxi stand. The hot (in the good looking sense) Italian guy kindly agreed to take us right to our hotel – two blocks away and 20 Euros later – we checked in.

Our hotel and hotel room can be described politely as efficient. The internet service was unavailable, the room functional, the location perfect and that’s where I am leaving it.


We went to Coliseum right after we had a two hour nap. We woke up around 5 pm  Rome time and decided to venture out and get some food. Tired (yes, I know I keep mentioning these naps and what not, but we really were screwed up on the time change and the anticipation of the trip had us sleeping poorly before hand), hungry and delirious – we grabbed a super duper expensive but yummy meal across from the Colosseum. Turns out that hostess’ at sidewalk café’s also hustle tourists. We ate at the same place two year's ago, and don't recall getting husted then.....I guess we looked dumber this time around. Again, who knew? After walking around after dark, taking in the sights including the Forum and other stuff that historians would cringe at the fact that we didn’t know what they were – we headed back to our hotel.
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