Whew and what a time it was!
OK, it started with a letdown with the airline phoning the day before that the 6 a.m. flight was pushed to 12 noon. I’m an early riser so getting up at 3:30 a.m. didn’t pose a problem, but losing a day – which is what it amounted to by leaving at noon – was not such happy news.
Weather was great and as we stood on the curb waiting for our ride, I boldly removed my lined raincoat and handed it to a neighbor for safe keeping. This left me with a raincoat folded in my suitcase and the wool sweater I was wearing.
Ride, check-in, flight were unremarkable and we finally landed in ROME! Sunshine greeted us and it was still sunny afternoon as we made our way into the city.
Although we tried to pack light with room to spare for things acquired in Rome, we ended up juggling two pieces of luggage and handbag. Made it to the B&B smoothly, rang the bell but there was no response. The sign by the bell instructed us to phone Paolo at the number given and he would be here in 5 minutes. So we did. I’ve used the waiting time to describe in great detail the tall, dark and handsome Paolo we were about to see. A sight for sore eyes if my memory from last year serves me right.
Time passed and a tap on the shoulder followed by a cheery ‘ciao’ made me turn expectantly. Had to adjust my gaze as there was noone to look up to – instead there was a rather plain looking, although very friendly face somewhere below shoulder level. He introduced himself as Paolo – to which I wanted to say, ‘no you are not’. I did risk saying that I did not remember him from last year – he agreed and said whom I was thinking of is Pierpaolo and he was at the other facility.
What this year’s Paolo lacked in looks he certainly made up for in character.