now i understand italian transportation systems
Hello everyone,
Italy has been interesting to say the least. All the trains and busses run on time and the taxi drivers are very friendly. Everyone makes an attempt to speak English and when in doubt, there is always the useful point-at-my-italian-phrase book- and hope-to-god- we understand each other technique.
Pompeii's stirring images still haunt me and linger in my mind after two days, because you can still see the folds of their robes smeared with ash. It is their tangled bodies and anguished cries for help in their last moments that seem the most disturbing, yet oddly beautiful.
Here is the rum. My mother has been robbed twice since we arrived in Rome. The first time the gyspy kids took £40 and the second time they ran off with my wallet that had a picture of Adrian and I. Luckily, I went completely broke and they are lucky if they are able to get one euro off of me. We have met several friendly people along the way including one father, Rod, and his son, hunter. We walked with them last night and that helped keep us safe for the most part. The bus driver made sure we arrived home safely as well by following us through the night.
The weird part is that one of the train lines is under construction while the taxi driver's are on strike. Although my mom and I finished eating dinner at the Spanish steps at 9:15pm, we did not get home until 11:30pm. The ride should have only taken about an hour with bad connections. So here we are ready to check out and I have to find us a way to transport all our stuff from one hotel to the next with a broken down transportation system.
We have seen many remarkable things along our way and are still glad that we were able to do as much as we have. I shall tell you more soon.
Italy has been interesting to say the least. All the trains and busses run on time and the taxi drivers are very friendly. Everyone makes an attempt to speak English and when in doubt, there is always the useful point-at-my-italian-phrase book- and hope-to-god- we understand each other technique.
Pompeii's stirring images still haunt me and linger in my mind after two days, because you can still see the folds of their robes smeared with ash. It is their tangled bodies and anguished cries for help in their last moments that seem the most disturbing, yet oddly beautiful.
Here is the rum. My mother has been robbed twice since we arrived in Rome. The first time the gyspy kids took £40 and the second time they ran off with my wallet that had a picture of Adrian and I. Luckily, I went completely broke and they are lucky if they are able to get one euro off of me. We have met several friendly people along the way including one father, Rod, and his son, hunter. We walked with them last night and that helped keep us safe for the most part. The bus driver made sure we arrived home safely as well by following us through the night.
The weird part is that one of the train lines is under construction while the taxi driver's are on strike. Although my mom and I finished eating dinner at the Spanish steps at 9:15pm, we did not get home until 11:30pm. The ride should have only taken about an hour with bad connections. So here we are ready to check out and I have to find us a way to transport all our stuff from one hotel to the next with a broken down transportation system.
We have seen many remarkable things along our way and are still glad that we were able to do as much as we have. I shall tell you more soon.
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