15 June.
34 degrees.
I'm up with the lark. My new room-pals
(brother/mother) are not.
Christopher Fry once noted 'I
travel light, that is, as a man can travel who will still carry his
body around because of its sentimental value'. Packing is a challenge
for most, granted. With around 300 dresses to my name I tend to
overthink my travels. Limited to Jet2's idea of hand luggage I
was darn well impressed at my ability to fit 10 options in.
Grecian 'I'm so boho and casual' look
acquired with minimal/maximum effort, I spritzed the last of my
factor 50 on & braced myself for the day ahead.
As I head for the culture immersion a
cry trills behind me. 'Tea Victoria, I need a cup of tea', I'd
forgotten the relevancy for hot drinks, but Mother hadn't. Without
learning any lessons from the night before we enter into a quite
cafe. Armed with the word 'tea' what did we expect? Denby china
perhaps? Portmeirion? In hindsight I'm not surprised she was given a
thimbleful of peach iced tea. Icharrads was never our strong point.
However I did discover an ice
lolly that had replaced the wooden stick with a liquorce stalk. Kept
me quiet for an hour.
Unsuitably
refreshed we shimmied down to the hustle. Shooing away the silly men
trying to sell you hats/umbrellas, we jumped aboard a hop-on, hop-off bus, the 101. Taking us from San Pietro to Via Barberini.
Taking on the role as pathfinder
(self given title), sibling took us on a goose chase of the
Panthenon. Along the misguided way we hit Piazza Navarro, Trevi, a strange protest about pensions, The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, ate a damned good pizza and toured the bleeding Colosseum before we found the P-dog.
Unknowingly
making a miniture whistlestop tour of Rome, I'd hotty-spotted,
learned the words hot and cold (caldo ... freddo) and walked for a solid 7 hours.
Not too shabby.
note: my brother isn't blind.
I'm not a real fan of snaps. Snap however ... I'm pretty good at.
Unsure, s'nice
My mother. The tourist.
There's a solider standing here at all times. Poor male.
I fell over whist taking this.
Pointless.
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