So we arrived relatively unscathed to Rome. I mean there was the "Surprise" at the airport when we discovered that my husband had missed the AlItalia website registering my ticket to Meredith Ann instead of Meredith A. Heron. Yes that was fun. Did you know that two out of your three names on you passport is NOT enough to get you on the plane even with the pleading eyes of a 3yr old by your side? Fortunately, someone in Rome made the call to correct the error (despite having to reissue ALL of our tickets) when they could have said tough luck, buy another ticket in the correct name.
Now before you go thinking I was born with a horseshoe up my butt, I didn't get an ounce of sleep on the plane. Nottablinkorawink. Fun times. Oh and the moment I was drifting off, I was jolted back to reality with a lovely Italian accent quietly requesting via announcement "Is there a Doctor on the Plane by Chance?" "Oh freaking great," I thought, "We're flying with the Grimm Reaper." Apparently my pessimism overcame it and the person survived, despite the congestive heart failure (pure speculation).
We also managed to survive a train & then subway/metro experience to our flat. Rome doesn't scream "ACCESSIBLE." Not every station is equipped for a wheelchair let alone a stroller. Fortunately, Metro Employees turn a blind eye when a Momma disregards the No Stroller on the Escalator signs and wheels her bambino onto it. Needless to say, I got quite the workout.
Our flat is lovely. 4th floor Antique Elevator that Luke adores (Momma prefers to take the marble stairs). The Metro outside our door along with Mercatos, Piazza with a playground for Luke. Our best friends arrived late afternoon to join us here and we set off to do a quick exploration. We went to Piazza de Popolo, wandered around to the Villa Medici, carried a recently crashed baby in a stroller down the Spanish Steps (no small feat given the number of pedlars accosting us with lasers at our feet which at night is distracting and not great on ancient marble steps warn away and uneven)...
Thanks to free wifi courtesy of Louis Vuitton and Guess Jeans we located the best restaurant in the area which was full so we ended up at another bistro. Despite being slower than molasses causing us to miss any chance of making the Metro back before they closed at midnight we had a wonderful dinner and stayed up late enough to get ourselves on to Rome time. We left the restaurant and wound our way up to of all places, the Trevi Fountain.
HOLY FARKIN SHITBALLS OF MARBLE.
Why didn't anyone tell me/warn me/insist I get my ass over to Rome to see the Trevi Fountain before?? I mean it is jaw droppingly beautiful. Spectacular.Epic. I mean the word epic was created to describe the Trevi Fountain. Well not necessarily describe it, it's not quite enough to adequately convey the awesome. But for real. It was insanely awesome the closer you got to it.
It was so stunning, it got me over the trauma that are public washrooms in Rome. Oh yes, there will be a Roma Loo story and thensome for sure. I promise you.