From Roma to the Crown Princess

We woke to torrential rain in Rome, but Ann was determined to do some sightseeing. Having not yet read Chris's warning about the subway, we set off through the rain, dodging dozens of blokes trying to sell us another umbrella, and found our way to the the nearest subway. It was very crowded, the only place where Ann has worn her pack as a front pack, but we made it to Circus Maximus, (well, it was called that in all the stories Ann translated from Latin), and walked back from there to the Colosseum. Again as luck would have it, we seemed to be going the opposite way to all the tourists.


Although we didn't have time to take a tour and see it all, the history of the area and the age of the structures were breathtaking, well worthwhile in spite of the rain.

We drove out of Rome and back to the port in pouring rain. Graham has learnt to drive like an Italian so it was no problem! We thought we knew how to find the port again but came off the autostrade (motorway) at a place we didn't expect and drove around for quite a while before finally finding our way. We found Fransesca who was going to look after our car and she dropped us off at a bus stop to wait fir a shuttle to the ship.


We were drenched before the shuttle arrived, and again running to get on the ship after checking in. You have no idea how good it felt to get to our stateroom! It didn't take us long to find a bar and a drink!

We now have variable access to the Internet and no way to charge our various gadgets (a story to be told if requested on return!), so blogs may become less frequent. Right now we are sitting on our balcony bathed in sunshine, glass of rose beside us feeling very laid back so don't worry about us, we're doing OK!

;-) Ann-a-Gram