No matter where we go we seem to gather others to us. Today it was the flight crew from Minneapolis to Amsterdam. The Dutch flight attendants loved our story and gave us this card before we landed.
After some lengthy time traveling, we finally made it to Rome. No rental cars for us this time, we just had to find the shuttle to the hotel. That as much easier said than done, but we all enjoyed the adventure of strolling along the sidewalk outside the airport while pulling our luggage in the 90 degree heat. We eventually found the spot where the shuttle would be picking us up and realized we would be waiting at least another 30 minutes. However, since none of our luggage was lost and we were together, nobody really cared. The shuttle driver arrived and we quickly remembered just how crazy the people in Italy drive. So grateful we were not behind the wheel of one of those vehicles. Yikes.
Once we were settled into our rooms at the hotel, we decided to just grab lunch there since our hotel was not close to restaurants, etc. It was rather humorous to watch everyone try to stay away at the table. This travel stuff gets a bit more tiring as we get oder. The funniest part of lunch was watching the waiter look at our credit card. For those of you who are not aware, we have a credit card that we call the community card. The picture on the face of the card is one of the broads from our trip to Italy in 2014.
We spent the afternoon either lounging by the pool or taking naps and then decided to head down to the Market Campo Del Fiero to wander around the market place and find a restaurant for dinner. To be honest, we were looking for a specific restaurant that had been recommended to us, however we never found it, not from a lack of trying. No, I wasn't leading the group, we all know I have no sense of direction. There is no shortage of people trying to talk you into eating at their restaurant, the sales pitch is almost always creative. I don't believe it is possible to find bad food in Italy, it just doesn't exist. We chose to eat at the Baccanale.
The overwhelming response to dinner was "Oh, this is so good!" We tend to end up sharing our food with each other and have come to realize that this really just makes the whole experience even more enjoyable. Salvatore was an excellent and entertaining waiter and even drew a quick picture of the monument in the market on one of the placemats, took a picture with us and "forced" us to have a shot of limoncello.
After dinner we walked the market in search of more picture opportunities and, of course, gelato. There may have been some Prosecco involved too, but I can neither confirm nor deny those rumors.
Our driver came to pick us up and again showed us why Italians are the best drivers or at least the fastest and craziest. In turn, we entertained him with some fascinating conversation surrounding menopause and some other conversation that won't be repeated in the blog as there are some things that just need to stay within the confines of the broads.
We finished the evening with a nightcap in the lounge and then headed off to bed to await tomorrow's adventures.
Caio!
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