We arrived in Rome and . . . stood in line. I’ve said it before and it remains true: FCO is the worst for passport control. It took about 90 mins and there was no ‘global entry’ or ‘fast’ way through that we could buy into. Grumpy making.We arrived in Rome and . . . stood in line. I’ve said it before and it remains true: FCO is the worst for passport control. It took about 90 mins and there was no ‘global entry’ or ‘fast’ way through that we could buy into. Grumpy making.
We left home on Thursday to start our vacation a little early: a spa appt. at Cedarbrook, followed by dinner with friends at Copperleaf. It was relaxing and lovely. Totally worth giving up a bit of sleep to spend such a great evening with friends.
Our 8am flight was on time and the only hiccup was a delay in getting our bags at Dulles. Our Airbnb is great: tiny, but all the amenities. There is a bit of street noise (people) because our neighborhood seems to have actual people on its streets. (wry grin) I miss urban life sometimes. J. made a quick run to the store and we settled in for a quiet night.
I couldn’t keep my eyes open and was asleep by 9:30 . . . and 13 hours later finally woke up. I feel amazing; that’s the most sleep I’ve had in a very very long time. We’re getting a very late start today, and its raining, so I’m not sure what we’ll see, if anything.
One of J’s holiday gifts was a book I made for him. Called Pup Culture, it is a collection of photos of the animals we encountered in our trips over the years. I’m rather pleased at my skills — both in taking the pictures, and editing the collection.
You might enjoy it as well, so here is a .pdf file of Pup Culture. The file is large, so give it time.
We woke up to a mix of clouds and deep blue sky on our last day of travel. Over a lovely breakfast in our hotel we talked about the day and agreed that we’d do our best, but if it’s pouring, we’d bail on our plans. So we packed up, checked out and headed to the Chedworth Roman Villa.