Trip Start May 14, 2011
25Trip End Jun 04, 2011
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It’s amazing and strangely familiar to be back in Italy after being gone for 4 years. It’s hard to believe it’s been that long, when things come back so easily. Our limited Italian language skills return. As do the memories of the smells – this whole country seems to smell faintly of burning. But not in an unpleasant way – not like a forest fire which sets my teeth on edge. It’s usually burning vines or trimmed olive branches.
Anyway – we made it to Rome by 10 am on Sunday morning and so did our bags. We easily caught the train into the city, where there was of course another crying baby. I thought Chad might throw him out the window. We even made it to our hotel, which was a bit of a trek with our backpacks. Sadly, no, you cannot check into your room until 2. And it is 12. I don’t care if you’ve been awake for over 24 hours or if you want to shower
(C) Let’s see, we haven’t had precipitation in Boulder for practically six months and the day before we leave the sky opens up and it rains solid until we are gone from the tarmac at DIA. I honestly think we fooled mother nature by packing up our camping gear and travel packs. Ha! Little did she know we were actually going to the other side of the world with our tent. We should have planned to go camping in December, because we really needed the snow, but it seemed so illogical.
Sara’s right. I have a high tolerance for crying airplane kids because I too want to kick and scream after hour 5
Arrival at Rome was without a snag, once again waived through passport control into Italy. Which means that even though I’ve been in and out of the country many times, I’ve still never received an Italian passport stamp. And once again – probably just to fool the Germans and the French – they will have no idea when I entered the EU (see June 17, 2007 entry with German passport control lady at wits-end trying to catch us overstaying our 6 months.) http://www.travelpod.com/travel-blog-entries/gr8escape/chadnsara2007/1182097560/tpod.html.
Lessons learned (again) walking with heavy backpack through busy city not cool. By the time we reached Hotel Caravaggio, I looked like a german retiree with a rucksack about to get the heart attack climbing hills in Roma. I’ll bet Rick Steves never has to carry his three week stay on his back.
So I really can’t say how absolutely beautiful and restorative the pizza and wine at Strega were. And then the Borghese! I’d heard how great it was, but it was worth a visit just to see the two sculptures, Rape of Persephone, and the Apollo and Daphne http://www.galleriaborghese.it/borghese/en/edafne.htm. Our walk through the Giardini Borghese afterwards was so cool. I always wanted to visit that area of Rome and it didn’t disappoint.