This morning I woke up and bid a sad farewell to the city that claimed my heart. Ciao, Roma! I towed my luggage the distance from Quattro Fontane to the termini, found my biglietto (pronounced beelYETto = ticket) and found binario quattro (beeNARio QUAtro = track four). I took the Eurostar north to Firenze (Florence), then transferred onto the local treno (train) to Pistoia - I actually missed the first one, but there’s one every hour. I’ve had to learn how to say “Scusi, non capisco.” (“Sorry, I don’t understand.”) because so many people keep mistaking me for a native of Italia. The further I get from Roma the less Englese people speak. Luckily, I’m picking up the language very quickly. Most recently, I’ve learned the new phrases “Carino bambino” (cute baby) and “Non lo so”
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