The time to go back to Rome has not yet arrived but I know in my heart, I will go back again some day.
From Rome, with love 😊
Getting out of the Termini station at Rome, I had an uneasy feeling. Something about the place. I am not sure what it is. I can’t actually say it’s this particular thing or that. It’s just a feeling, a feeling that senses danger. The feeling that one has in the capital city of a country. Have you ever felt that way?
Beware of cab drivers! You are in Rome!
Hauling a taxi, we headed to the hotel. The taxi driver, an immigrant pointed out important sights on the way making the long trip to the hotel, interesting and just as I had begun to change my opinion and shrug off the the initial feeling I had, we reached the hotel and he said the taxi charge was a whopping 80 Euros! The hotel had said it would be 30 Euros, we argued confidently and he reduced the charge to 40. We were so proud of ourselves…
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