It’s been a couple of days since I posted a blog. Partly this was because we often got back so late to the room that I was too tired, and partly because I was somewhat dispirited by what happened on our first day in Rome. Read on…
Friday 1 July
We flew from Greece to Rome today, and were picked up and taken to our hotel, which is located on the Aventine Hill – one of the seven hills of Rome. It’s a very nice hotel, with lovely gardens, and decorated in the Art Nouveau style. Our room is also nice, and the hotel is in a quiet area with lots of trees and birds.
We decided to go and see the Trevi Fountain first up. Seeing it, I felt ‘Wow! I’m actually in Rome!’ We threw our coins in the fountain, and then a couple of minutes later I really did feel like I was in Rome, when I discovered that my purse had been stolen from my handbag. There wasn’t a great deal of money there, but there was my visa card, by ATM card, my driver’s license… I wasn’t happy. Then we had a lot of trouble trying to find the right kind of policeman to report it to. And they couldn’t have cared less. And they were rude. It really was a bad introduction to Italy.
We weren’t too keen to do much for what remained of that day, but we did wander up to the Spanish Steps. In the mood I was in my reaction was ‘yeah, it’s the Spanish Steps. So what? Big deal.’