Hi again everyone! I need to preface by saying that this post is one that I never expected to write, but sometimes stories come from the most unexpected situations, so here we are. My next post was supposed to be about my trip to Greece, but instead I will begin the story in Rome. Caroline and I went to Rome on Thursday night, so that we would be able to get to the airport in time for our 5 a.m. flight. We arrived at our hotel that was outside of the Roman center, basically in the middle of nowhere. We wanted to have dinner inside Rome itself, so we asked the front desk staff at the hotel if it would be complicated to get there. He assured us that it would be a quick bus ride, and that the bus stop was a short walk from the hotel. Long story short, we never could find the bus, so we went to a train station instead, and took the train in to Rome. Even then, the train station was not quite in the city center, so Caroline and I did lots of walking until we found the bustling streets full of restaurants we were looking for! We had a delicious dinner, and I had what was seriously the best potatoes of my life. This is what has begun my now obsession with Italian potatoes... I can't get enough of them! I have no idea how, but they are so much better than any at home, and they are so simple. Just some olive oil, salt, and rosemary.
Okay I'm sorry, food just gets me super distracted. Back to the trip...Caroline and I took the train back to the stop by our hotel, planning to take a taxi back from the station because it was dark, late, and there were no walkways to get home. Well, as we learned after our Cinque Terre trip, there is no such thing as a plan here in Italy. As it turns out, there were no taxis within miles of this deserted train station, and it was getting later by the minute, and Caroline and I both had phones that were about to die. With no other options, I knew that we had to just walk back to the hotel before it got too late and our phones were dead. Thus Caroline and I began a 25 minute walk on the side of what was basically a highway, with cars whizzing by, probably not even seeing us because street lights are apparently optional in this part of Rome. I never thought that I would want to go back to walking on the side of the highway like that, but once we left I wanted nothing more than to at least be around lots of other people. The road we turned on to after the highway was completely deserted, pitch black, and full of aggressive and ominous wild dogs barking. If my description isn't doing it for you, think the opening scene to any horror film with a street abduction. (Mom, if you're reading this, please appreciate the melodrama, and don't forget I survived! 😅). Caroline and I spent this last leg of the journey with our phone flashlights on, arms linked together so tight the jaws of life would have had trouble separating us. Finally, we recognized the street for our hotel, and despite our totally insensible footwear, we all out sprinted until we made it to the hotel doors. We survived!!!
Okay, enough of that, next time you hear from me it will be about the beautiful Santorini, Greece!
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