Stinky Passengers, Small Coffees, and Lost on Borgo Pio

That whole ‘moving homes’ is one of the most stressful times in your life thing?

Yeah, well, I think flying has to be added to that list. Or, to be precise, flying with Ryanair. I mean, kudos to them. They’re cheap and budget, and they can’t help that they have idiots for passengers but with their new Priority Boarding rules meaning you can have only one onboard bag and one handbag/purse, people don’t seem to be able to comprehend that the suitcase goes overhead and the purse in front of you at your feet.

I mean, because that’s so difficult to understand, right?

Apparently so, because yup, we departed late. I even watched an air steward get ‘air rage’ at one couple. LOL. He was very polite, but they were being stupid. I’m a witness. Ha!

On my way to my seat, I was unpleasantly surprised to come across a very smelly dude. Now, I’m sure he can’t help it, but I just felt so sorry for his wife. I mean, do these guys think Rexona is for everyone else? There’s a clue in the ‘Nivea for Men’ title. Cue eye roll.

So, after a bus journey, a flight, and a train, I landed at Roma Termini.

Have to admit, the Leonardo Express is BRILLIANT. 14 euros to take you to the center? Cheap as chips. Just be warned, don’t book ahead. You might think you’re being organized, but you’re really not. Just grab a ticket there and then.

I’m staying across the River Tiber which, thanks to arriving late, meant I needed a taxi. 30 euros! I almost had a heart attack. I do love me a bargain, and that’s in my blood because I am from Yorkshire. ;) Still, I had no choice because of the time and commitments, and God, it was so much more comfortable after a pretty long day of traveling.

But everything is better with gelato.

Seeing Rome at night is always special. Things seem to shine more in the dark, which makes zero sense, but it’s the truth. At least, my truth. And the Altar del Pater is even more impressive after dark.

After settling in, I found a Pam Local so that I could buy latte (semicremato ;).) I’m a goddamn Brit! I need my cup of tea. My trip to the store was followed by grabbing a pizza from a nearby pizzeria. I have no idea what I ordered as, cute as always, you couldn’t choose your own pizza but had to select what was premade and they baked it there and then. It tasted like anchovies smell. Yeah. Not sure I’ll be heading back there. Although, I may for their Diavola—spicy salami pizza. Yum.

I ended up doing yoga at 4am after waking up at a crazy time, and headed out at 11 to Piazza Navona. I’ve been here before, but never for this length of time, and it’s crazy how much of the city I still remember. It seems to confirm what I’ve always believed that you should walk everywhere. Seriously. Walk it. Don’t get trains, taxis, the metro etc. Walk it, because you see so much more of the city, you burn a shit ton of calories, but also, you come across crazy ass shit you’d have missed before! :D

Having found the Piazza without a map, these are a few pics from the tourist hot spot. Woot for my internal compass! It’s from here I write today’s blog post. ;)

Thanks for reading!