Well, today was stressful and successful.
Thought my checked luggage was gone. Great. Kept waiting, and waiting, watching every other suitcase that came out. Finally checked around the other side, and people had taken a bunch of suitcases off the conveyor and just set them on the floor. That was a tremendous relief. On the plane I was fortunate enough to get to know a fellow traveler, a university student in Rome. We went through this baggage claim scare together. And she was kind enough to pretty much walk me through the airport, customs, tabacchi, and direct me to my train. (Oh yes, and before I boarded, a pigeon got my luggage. Gross.)
Had to learn the difference between train, tram, and metro today. Got on the right train, got off at the right stop, check. Got on the right metro line, but it was the one going the opposite direction. Get off, go to the other side, get on going correct direction, check. Keep track of all my bags and carry my 40-some-odd pounder up and down stairs, and up and down stairs, check. Board tram, check, but only after having asked several people where it was, and which one, and whether or not I needed a new ticket, and all this in very choppy Italian, with a little bit of English mixed in. Get off tram at right stop, check, but again, had to ask. Sheesh.
Found my hotel room! And that's when my nerves and adrenaline finally crashed in on me.
view from my window
just enjoying looking around
mmm...
Not that it's really visible in this, but the paintings at the top are quite fun.
Thanks for posting! It'll be fun to read about your adventures. You have the Kennington gift of being a good writer and a good photographer (and a good cook, too). Good luck with everything. I'll keep following your adventures.
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