Ahhh…. The smells of an ancient city. I had wondered what the FCO airport would require from this lost American, Midwest girl. Would the luggage make it? I worked days to pack the perfect tourist clothes. Would they question my passport? I had changed hairstyles for the trip. All ended well. Bill and I grabbed all five pieces of luggage and headed to the airport hotel. I want to mention that is it not as close as the airport hotels in the states. We dragged our luggage for an eternity. As we finally approached the hotel elevator, I became painfully aware that personal space in Europe is about a quarter of the distance that we Yanks are used to. I was uncertain if our luggage and our bodies could fit on one elevator. Ahhh… the smells
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