We awoke to more rain, but at least it wasn’t another 12 inches. The television stations are all in Italian, but it was obvious that 12 inches was big news. It really threw me that it was raining. I didn’t not pack for rain. This is Italy, land of sun, grapes and vine-ripened tomatoes. Oregonians have rain, we have so much that we even name a vicious killer football team after a waddling bird with webbed feet. I did not pack for rain, and I’m feeling a bit cheated. This is a not a replay of our cold Siberian/Asian vacation, is it?
Due to jet lag and all the naps while waiting out the rain yesterday, I woke up at 3 am and tried to figure out why I was having so many computer email troubles. Sadly, I think part of my troubles was the wine and food consumption from the night before. “Get a grip and get back on plan” I muttered to myself – and the day did go much better food wise.
Our last big visit to Rome had been ten years ago. We have had a couple of really short visits while in transit to other locations, but not to stay. Roman history is my love, and I have a list of places to see again to cover more in depth, and new places to go. While compiling my list of sites, I had come across a “free” walking tour of Rome. Free is a very good price, so I reserved our spots for today and figured we could drop out if it was a scam.
Traveling Grandma 