The flight to Munich seemed quick. I reviewed abstracts (for the Alpert Award) and watch two action-adventure films that Julie would never want to see in theatre. Slept a little, coughed less. My flu, which had me bedridden on Thursday, seems to have passed. A quick word on the food on Lufthansa: edible, but just barely. Unlimited wine made it palatable.
The wait in the Munich terminal was only 3 hours- not much to say about Munich's airport. We boarded and flew off in the the clouds, which cleared only briefly to afford a glimpse of a passing alp.
We landed after a quick 1 hour flight, quickly based through customs and we were in Rome! Well, at least, at the airport. Walking through the airport, many tried to get us into a cab, but resolutely persisted until we found the Leonardo Express, a very nice light rail train that brought us through the suburbs into the center of the city, the Termini train station in the heart of Rome.
First impressions: Busy modern city- New York, London, Paris, Vienna- like those, Rome is an important place and it knows that it is an important place. What's different? Well, we crossed under a 2000 yr old aqueduct on the way in- Paris is old, but not THAT old. The streets and sidewalks were cobblestoned, but we decided to wheel our suitcases to our flat through the Via Venuto and the Piazza de Spagna- people watching, trying to make out the signs and to keep from getting lost. We did OK, finding our place and climbing the 5 flights of stairs to our 4th floor flat.
Peter and Grayson did well by us- beautiful place, three bedrooms, big living room and plenty of wi-fi. Julie and I took to the small room with the loft- I am still trying to keep Julie from catching my illness. A cup of tea, a shower and we decided to take a quick walk around the neighborhood to see what we could see.
Oh, my. The Spanish Steps are two blocks away. The
Caffe Grecco offered pastries and caffeine along the way. Fashion and high end clothing was everywhere. Signage suggested that Keats and Shelley, Goethe and Byron, all had stayed in the neighborhood during their time in Rome. We walked to the top of the steps, and debated whether or not we could see the Vatican. Pretty nice digs.
I'll stop here. May try to upload some pictures later, and tell you of our drink at the Caffe. But we are heading off Gran Sasso now.
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Resting after our drive to the mountains. So much to talk about...but let's begin with the rest of yesterday. We combed the Spanish Steps, and admired the view from the front of the Church.
Grayson and Peter headed back to the flat, and Julie and I continued to wander down some steps, looking for a place to have a first drink. The rooftop bar at the top of the Steps was clinical sing at 6, so that wouldn't do. Walking down the north ramp got us,back to the Piazza, which was bustling with activity. A bubble blower, some mendicants, sales folk with selfie sticks, police and an endless wave of tourists strolling at sunset. We found our way back to the Caffe, took our seats and ordered wine- red for me, Prosecco for the lovely Julie. Imagine our surprise when the waiter brought us a two tiered tray of food - bite sized sandwiches of salmon, cream cheese and crackers, quiche, pistachios, olives. It was a lovely accompaniament to the wine, in an atmosphere full of old prints of the Collesium and the Pantheon. We finished at 6:30, and went back to the apartment, where Peter and Grayson had been working on a simple repast: pasta, bread, brocholini. Oh, and we had picked up some pastries from Greco for dessert. Tasted great, and, by the end of the day, we were,ready to go to sleep. Hildy and Bev arrived in the midst of it all, but I closed my eyes at 8 and woke at 6 the next morning, ready to face a new day in a great city.