We arrived back in Paradise last night at about 7:00 after an 11-hour flight from Rome to Cincinnati, then yet another delightful 5-hour flight just about as far as one can go in a Southwesterly direction in these United States. Long.
Did I say long?
I peeked out of my left eyeball in the taxi on the way home from the airport, not quite able to see normally after failing yet again at trying to sleep sitting up, and squeezed in the backseat between my boys, weighed down with carry-on bags the driver couldn’t possibly crush in his already packed trunk.
In my next life, I will live on the Right Coast so that I can enjoy shorter flights to Europe.
It’s 4:20 am, Italy time right now — tomorrow. And considering I’m on that time about now, and that I’ve been up 16 hours today so far, I should sleep quite a long time tonight. I’m running on fumes. Or espresso.
But it was worth it, because I’ve learned so much about Italy…and me.
It is totally possible to ride on nearly every type of transportation possible on a vacation. Didn’t they make a movie about Planes, Trains, and Automobiles?
There are young people everywhere, and I wonder who their parents are. Okay, so I really don’t, but still. What you can’t see is the open market surrounding this guy.
When you think something is old, stop, think again, then understand there’s a whole different level of old. Julius Caesar was stabbed on the steps of a temple that used to be here. Like that old.
It would be nice to have a produce market to go to each morning.
Fresh squeezed orange juice is 6 Euros a glass, and isn’t it nice that there wasn’t a menu. Can we have two glasses, please?
Espresso can actually come in a cup that holds one tablespoon. Really. For 3 Euros.
But, yes, we’re back. And since I’m falling off my chair, I’ll wait to put this all in some kind of order.