Apart from an issue with a lost bag, my flight from Bendigo to Rome was fantastic. Gotta love when you can drive to the airport just before a flight, jump out essentially in a paddock, and end up a day or so later in the Eternal City.
Rome was, as always, stunningly beautiful. It wasn’t as crowded as in April and much hotter, but in my short time there managed to throw a coin in a fountain, march for hours through hot Roman streets, and sit on the Spanish steps knocking back a few espressos. I would never drink an espresso at home but hey, when in Roma …
I stayed in a super convenient hotel near Termini that I thought would make travelling with my bags easy. Didn’t need to worry as the airline had no idea where my bags were. It is slightly amusing that a $40, 20-cent piece size bit of mind-blowing tech from Apple means I can quickly find my bag anywhere in the world. Still, interconnected worldwide baggage service has no idea, and major Australian airline doesn’t know and doesn’t care.
I had a beautiful walk through the deserted early morning Roman streets (no one in Rome wakes up before 10), did a bit of urgent shopping, and then caught a train to Porto di Civitavecchia to board my floating home for the next couple of weeks. All super easy. Now lying around with the stacker doors open of my 5-star floating hotel room, a great breeze through the doors, and as far as I can see, millpond sea.
Sleeping under the stars 