Home from the hills…

We lit out for Italy on October 3, driving down to Kennedy Airport in NYC so that we could take a direct flight there.  Flying all night with no sleep is not the most fun thing in the world to do, I will admit, but everything was on time and there were only a few bumps in the sky road.

 

Our transport was there as promised to pick us up at the Rome Airport and to take us to the hotel that we booked a couple months ago.  But…surprise!  The hotel was overbooked and we had no room.  They arranged to have us taken to another hotel in the same area for a night until our room became available the next night.

Long story short, it all worked out.  Our stand-in hotel was run by two women who didn’t seem to speak any English but both were enthusiastic enough and we finally got settled.  The only way we know how to deal with jet lag is to sleep a couple hours.  So that’s what we did.  Then we got up and started roaming around Rome.  Here are a few things we saw the first day…

We are at the top of the Spanish Steps looking down.  It seems that this area is always crowded with people.  If it’s like this in October, I can’t imagine the crowds in June.  Still the people were congenial and the light was fantastic.

A proud Italian pigeon.

After we had a delightful dinner, we strolled through the shopping district.  I was rather taken by these purses but decided that it wouldn’t be prudent to purchase something that didn’t go with a thing that I had packed.  But I did really like the knitted mug and tea cosies.  Note to Carrie:  There’s an idea for your next knitting project.

Ciao from the Spanish Steps!