Roman Holiday: Getting There

The plane touched down in Rome just after 6AM, an earlier arrival than planned according to the pilots: Una bella giornata a Roma…and it was, once we got past the archaic, queue-less customs counter. The herd of arriving passengers was more of a cattle corral, literally.  I wish I had the sense to take a photograph!

Luciano from Leader Car Service met me at the gate, I cannot tell you how grateful I am to Niki for suggesting I schedule a car. It was such a pleasure knowing that once I retrieved my bags from the carousel, I would not have to worry about how to get to my hotel, a daunting task for most travelers. Luciano’s route took us from Fiumicino which is located south of the city, along the Tevere/Tiber river to my hotel (Locarno, via della Penna 22) which is in the northern part of Rome. The route along the Tiber gives me an opportunity to orient myself as we make our way through the city. Fino domenica Luciano, arriverderci.

Where I'll Be Staying
hotel locarno area

I check-in (no hotel room until 2pm) leaving my bags in storage to have breakfast in the salon. The hotel is tastefully designed in historical turn of the century decor, think provincial/renaissance. It almost reminds me of the boutique hotel I stayed on one of my first trips to Paris. The salon is filled with travelers, mostly English-speaking though it’s not that easy to determine which countries. The breakfast buffet includes yogurt and fresh fruit, pane e burro, salami e formaggio, scrambled eggs with sides of meat, and a selection of sweet breads and tarts, juices and milk (including interestingly enough soy).  Waiters take orders for caffe, espresso and cappuccino. Refreshed with a full stomach and a body rejuvenated somewhat with caffeine, I set out for my first day in Rome.


Up Next: Via del Corso.



Everybody vents
About everyone they know.
Unless they’re a monk,

Under silent vows.
There’s no use in denying
an unspoken truth.

Unspoken? A fact.
We’re only human after all,
a work in progress.

words surface, come up for air
question behavior.

Grievances are aired.
Minds open, change perspective.
Suddenly one sees.

The human heart aware,
embraces reality,

accepting their need
for conscious self improvement.
One day at a time.

16 days later

so much can happen
in two weeks and counting.
an alter ego

or two might appear.
funny to think how brief my
memory can be.

one can knock me down,
act disrespectful,
and yet I forgive.

in the darkest hour
if someone is in need:
Good Samaritan

steps in and takes charge.
Most frends will think I’ve gone mad
if they knew the words

that sometimes spill out
without thought of consequence:
willingly risk all.

it is my mother
speaking through every action:
honor your promise.

but what if it was
a mistaken promise
made in haste? what then?

all those words spoken
are much harder to retract,
when pride shows itself.


me? disappointed.
the only word that comes to mind,
yes, disappointed.

a wedding should be
enjoyable for all, yet
we felt unwanted.

unattended to,
cast off to no man’s land
out of sight and mind.

in attendance with
drinks in hand, swaying, laughing
amongst ourselves. we

could have been anywhere.
and yet we were nowhere, there
one with another.