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Via Appia Antica
Saint Peter, By the way. Saint Paul had his head cut off. Oh yes, absolutely crazy. That about sums it all up.
Firstly, I will apologise for the lack of pictures. I will make it up when I am on a computer that wasnà t built before the last Ice Age. Still, it has fast interent, and that's all one asks for.
and I am conquering the Italiano keytboard. I just have to remember that the " ' " and all the alt- number keys are different. It's all to the good, although slowing my typing speed considerably.
the 'plane ride was about as bland as a plane ride could be. I have one bragging point: I slept nine hours. In a row. Which means that although I look crap (and I do!), I'm actually feeling pretty good for someone who's body clock is upside down.
The Airport was simple, easy to get the train. No Touts. The Train station was actually much cleaner and newer looking than I remembered it (mind you, that was nearly twenty years ago, so it could have been changed), And... no Touts. Even after I had found my hostel (not the one I wanted, but around the corner from it), and I went
Down The Spanish Steps.
And into the best shopping district of Roma. There's...uhhh... a few people about, or so. back to the station to find a ticket to Genova for tomorrow, I stood in Termini for a good five minutes, reading all the boards, trying to work out where I could get the information I needed to buy my ticket, and NO ONE APPROACHED ME. I don't understand! I thought I'd be constantly hassled by well meaning and not so well meaning people trying to make a buck out of me. In fact, all through today, I have been approached only once to buy something (a squishy-face ball thing). No one approached me at all, no one tried to pick my pockets (that I'm aware of- all that's in them is a couple of Aussie cents), no one tried any scams on me, and no Romani tried to steal all my things outright from under my nose at the Forum (sorry, mum, couldnà t help myself).
Still, I've only been here twelve hours.
So. Today I went to Via Appia Antica, where San Pauli (or was it Petre) had a vision of Christ saying he would die upon the cross again, interpreted it to mean that *he* should die on the cross, and promptly presented himself to the
The Heart of Urban Roma
At least, the ancient one. Romans, saying "Crucify Me". I went to the Catacombe San Sebastian, where said saint was interred (and still is, unlike his fellow internees, the aforementioned Saints Petre and Pauli).
I've been to The Spanish Steps, to the Via Something or other (I will correct); the most exclusive shopping street in Roma) I saw the Trevi Fountain (no scaffolding, no Chickenwire), The Piazzo Columno), The Piazzo Republica and The Via Nazionale. Then I went down to the Colloseum (coming out of that train station was special) Noted that it is no longer used as a round'about, and the Arco De Constantino is no longer a thoroughfare. Went through the Forum, down to the Tiber, Isiolo tiberica, Ponte Rocco, all very beautiful, then back through the circa massimo, and back to my hostel. Tonight may or may not be a walking tour, depending on how tired my feet still are.
Anyway, you may have noticed my expressions becoming quite tight, and my sentences slurring. It is my effort to get them out before my half-hour free internet runs out. Must go! Will correct later, when I have more time! (Ha, ha!)
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Mum
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Wow BTDT
You have been busy. I am using Jennifer's laptop- mine is in sickbay. and Jennifer is very impressed by how much you have seen already. No touts, no Romani - I take it back. No wait they've probably all gone to the Balkan states- just kidding!