We checked out of our hotel this morning and made our way down the crowded streets of Rome toward the train station. This was the first time I had to maneuver with my bag and I’m not gonna lie, it was tough. Using its backpack function was helpful, but also a workout. I only thought I was taking a few weeks off the gym. We stopped off in a souvenir shop for Rocky to buy a shot glass. I’m Proud to Be an American was playing loudly throughout the store. I guess they want to make their tourist feel welcome. Of course, Rocky had to sing along.
We arrived at the train station fairly early and sat for a while. Deciding we should make sure we could find our terminal we set off in search. Here things got a bit confusing. I located our train and the terminal, but then realized it was the wrong destination. So we found the correct destination and walked for what seemed like a few miles to our terminal. Along the way we passed the police station where about 25 policia sat outside in uniform and barrettes. I’m not sure why, but they look so much scarier than our police officers. Handsome, but very scary. Arriving at the train in just enough time, we learned that this was, in fact, the wrong train. Our train was the original one we looked at, of course, and was leaving in 10 minutes. We literally sprinted the entire way back to terminal 4, past the police again, and onto our train, sweaty and gross. Once in our seats, wouldn’t you know it, the lady behind me was wearing terrible old lady perfume. Between that and my wonderful motion sickness, I spent most of the train ride trying not to puke all over myself. The scenery was amazing. Vineyards filled the countryside even moreso that in teh movies. Lucky for me, the trip went fairly quickly and we arrived in Florence in no time. Our hotel was a short walk from the train station and we are now settling into our cute little room. The room key is an actual key with a tassel. Now I am watching Rocky unpack all his clothes while I wait patiently to go out and find some wine and cheese.
We arrived at the train station fairly early and sat for a while. Deciding we should make sure we could find our terminal we set off in search. Here things got a bit confusing. I located our train and the terminal, but then realized it was the wrong destination. So we found the correct destination and walked for what seemed like a few miles to our terminal. Along the way we passed the police station where about 25 policia sat outside in uniform and barrettes. I’m not sure why, but they look so much scarier than our police officers. Handsome, but very scary. Arriving at the train in just enough time, we learned that this was, in fact, the wrong train. Our train was the original one we looked at, of course, and was leaving in 10 minutes. We literally sprinted the entire way back to terminal 4, past the police again, and onto our train, sweaty and gross. Once in our seats, wouldn’t you know it, the lady behind me was wearing terrible old lady perfume. Between that and my wonderful motion sickness, I spent most of the train ride trying not to puke all over myself. The scenery was amazing. Vineyards filled the countryside even moreso that in teh movies. Lucky for me, the trip went fairly quickly and we arrived in Florence in no time. Our hotel was a short walk from the train station and we are now settling into our cute little room. The room key is an actual key with a tassel. Now I am watching Rocky unpack all his clothes while I wait patiently to go out and find some wine and cheese.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROCKY!!!!!!!!! Miss you guys!
ReplyDeleteSounds amazing! I love the vineyard pics! I also laughed my ass off picturing Rocky singing Proud to be an American!
ReplyDeleteHey Kimmi! It was pretty funny to see. You would love it here. The wine is fantastic!
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