Cereal

There a lot of people floating around the solo traveler circuit who have been in orbit for quite some time. From time to time they like to discuss what they're going to do first when they get home. The topic is a bit overused, considering that most of the answers fall to the bottom of Maslow's hierarchy. Aside from see Harry Potter (3D? I think so.), I am looking forward to breakfast. They don't eat it here. Probably because their cereal options include corn flakes and corn flakes.  So sitting in the airport, I am thinking about cereal. And very happy that I realized ten minutes ago that I was waiting at the gate that corresponded to my seat number, as opposed to the one where the plane going to Seattle waited. Disaster averted.

Wine tasting!!

My last few days were pretty awesome. It poured rain. I tasted some wine. Played around on a farm. Went to a chocolate factory. Explored a creepy abandoned village. Got back to Rome. Decided that staying out all night is the best way to handle a 4am taxi to the airport. Waited in the longest baggage check ever.

RAIN!!

The last few days its been raining. Then yesterday, it poured. BUCKETS!! I hid in an irish pub. This turned out to be a fantastic idea, shared by many other people. This is the best photo seemed capable of taking. Doesn't do the downpour justice really.


OK FAST FORWARD!!!!  Right now I am sitting on lindsey’s front stoop, crankier than any cranky I have been yet this trip, after having torn her house apart for my “prominently placed” car keys. Yes its true. I am home. I also want to sleep now. In my own bed.

 A smattering of photos: