My thought was to take a train to Rome. That was the plan at least. I took a look at the ticket machine and it said something about Firenze and Novella. My handy on-line translator said that meant Florence’s book so off I went to go see a lady about a book.
I walked around a little, ate at the Mickey D’s de Firenze across from the train station and started to feel like I had been here before. I rounded a corner and…HEY! This ain’t Rome! This is Florence! I got off at the wrong station! There are no books here, why did they call it a novella?
THIS AIN’T ROME! THIS AIN’T ROME!!
I might have said it a little too loud. These nice Officers guided me back to the train station and helped me get out of town.
Disclaimer: We don’t photoshop any Bubba pictures but maybe, just maybe, we did this time.
I made it to Rome and hailed a taxi. He spoke Italian, I spoke English. I told him I needed a room for the night. He looked blank. I said I needed a Hotel. He took me on a wild ride and pulled up in front of a Hotel with a “No Vacancy” sign. “No, I need a hotel with a vacancy.” A wall of stare. “Vacancy, Vacancy!!” A smile broke out on his face and we took a wild ride in his taxi. Drivers in Rome have a particular style. The windows must be down so as to facilitate communication with other drivers and a minimum of one hand must always be in motion to assist in the communication. Since one hand is on the wheel (maybe) and one hand is in the air, signaling is not possible although somehow horn honking is possible and mandatory. I’ve got this Roman driving thing worked out. Foot firmly on the gas, yell and wave to the other drivers and all right turns must start in the left lane. Everything stays in motion (including the camera) and everyone ignores the Traffic Policeman performing ballet.
We arrived at our destination. I think he may have misunderstood the English word, “vacant” for something else.
I started to ask these guys for directions but something about their pointy sticks kept me away.
Now I can see the sights.
Bubba is a fun guy but there are times when a “Bubba Selfie” may not be appropriate, even for him. He usually keeps his head down in places of worship, especially the Vatican. He was able to see some great sights while preserving the solemn nature of the buildings.
That was all good but I really didn’t find the one thing I was looking for. I need that one, enlightening experience that sends my soul to a new level. I found these two guys who happened to be specialists in exactly what I needed.
They provided me with a path to that which I was seeking.
No lie. These two were great and did give us an enthusiastic recommendation for the next destination.
I made this a place of pilgrimage sometimes twice a day during my time in Rome.
Don’t mess with my Gelato.