Last Rome day for awhile. The whole gang made it this time as well as Kim, one of the youth counselors.
The morning started off like a comedy show. See, we’ve honed in on a good system for group travel: Meet right off the ship at blank o’clock. We’re all adults here, and I am particularly not fond of the whole group waiting for a late person…in any situation. This is more of the “you snooze you lose” school of thought. Mike and Brett are the night owls and usually make snap decisions on whether they’ll be attending early events. So, that being said…loopholes have been found.
As Deanna and I were walking from our room to get off the ship we saw Mike coming the opposite way saying “I locked my key card in my room.” This means he couldn’t get off the ship even if he wanted to. No biggie. The room stewards could let him in. Then as we get outside, about 3 minutes go by then Brett says “I gotta take these contacts out” and heads inside. About 3 minutes after he leaves Kim says something about not having enough Euro and heads inside to get change made. So it was the show up on time so we know you’re coming but then go back to do the late stuff. Regardless, we left in time to catch the train we were wanting to catch…to find out Mike had left his wallet in his room and had no money. Commercial break!
We covered Mike, and it meant he had to hang out with us instead of taking off early. Today was all about the Coliseum. There is a line to buy 12euro tickets…OR there are guides around outside who can get you past the line AND give you a tour for 23euro. We did the tour. Lots of great information plus it included a free tour of Palatine Hill right next door which included the Forum. That tour was very informative. The both were, but I retained more from the Palatine Hill one.
Jen, Larrance, and Mike split off from the rest of us before the Palatine tour. So the remaining four of us started walking to catch a 3:39 train after our tour. We got turned around a bit, got back on track, and after some speed walking to what was possibly the furthest away track in the terminal, made our train with one minute to spare. That train plus a shuttle ride got us to the ship 30 minutes before we were supposed to be on. Safe!
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now if dad had been along you'd still be waiting for me to get those last minute shots. I am soooooo jealous!
I'm guessing you're referring to Bins 25-28 at Termini? Those are killers! We have had to run for those at least once. Hanson hated it. She hates running for things.
I mean, they're so far away, they might as well be another train station. Come on, Rome!
I did a guided tour of the Colosseum when I was there. It was awesome, as most of the facts were gory.
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