ROME - Part two - The arrival

Arriving in Rome at 7am, sore and tired (the beds were not the most comfortable, no matter how harry potter they were), we got lost while walking to the hotel. When I say we, I really mean Swobsy. She really wasnt the sharpest tool in the shed. She will appear often in this recount. Instead of taking us four minutes to walk from the train station to the hotel, it took us well over an hour. Thankyou, Swobodabada.

We were meant to spend that hour at the hotel, with ample time to have a shower, change our clothes, eat a second/third breakfast and then make our way out into the wonders of Rome, but instead we had to dump our bags and run. No matter, we had everything we needed, just looked like death warmed up.

First we walked to the Capital - and listened to the teacher go on (in German) about what happened there. I still have no idea about it. Sharnee and I decided to buy ourselves a tourist guide to carry with us. I bought another, better one to send home to the family, so they could take a look at the places I saw while in ROME. At that point, I thought I had a pretty good understanding of the German language, but I could not understand one word from Wobbly. The only thing I understood from her all week was the time, and thats not very helpful if I didnt know where I was supposed to be at that time.

After that we continued our walk across the beautiful town that is Rome. Walking was something we were never short of while there, if Rome didnt have such wonderful pizza, pasta and ice-cream, I am sure each of us could have lost a few kilo on that trip.

The next few sites that we viewed were stunning, as all Roman sites are, but none really stuck out to me as my absolute favorites. They were to come later in the trip, when we were all over the initial shock and awe of the place and more interested in learning the details of what happened where, why and how.

The tourist guides proved very handy as the week continued onwards, I learnt a lot more from them than from anyone in our group, especially than what I was able to gather from Swobodabadabada's useless grasp of English and farmer like dialect. The word Swoboda became a sort of frustration release for us, the more dabadabada's added, the more stress let go.

To be continued