Don’t fall! I was having an awful time lugging the 15 tons of “essentials that I just couldn’t live without” around the central train station in Rome. I was following signs left and right that all seemed to say Metro. I finally was on the right track however, there was a set of steps that I and my luggage had to go down. I’ve schlepped my luggage around Paris before so no problem right? Wrong! I had on slippery shoes walking down slippery steps with a carry-on bag and a 26″ suitcase. I was a free laugh waiting to happen. I slipped and fell, then I even managed to slip a few more steps after my butt landed. It was sooooo pretty for all to see. Fortunately I had on pants instead of the dress that I was traveling in when I flew into Alghero. There was a kind older gentleman who offered his hand to help me up and even carried my luggage the rest of the way down. Weirdly enough, there was a woman with a baby begging for money that I had just passed. As many have warned me, I declined. I wonder if she had some kind of vindictive mojo?
Oh, well. Rome is busy, full of smokers and their smoke, sunny as hell, passionate (about everything it seems, there is always the potential for an argument). I have as yet to take any tours. I have seven days here so I will ease into the rush. I’ll tour something today and this weekend and next week. Speaking of tours, I didn’t take the boat tour. The wind never stopped whipping it up in order for them to set sail. That means I must go back to Alghero at a later date to take the tour.
PS: I will be fine as hell when I return because I am walking my and someone else’s ass off. Hopefully I’ll walk theirs off first so that I can still have some of mine left. How cheeky of me…