A Walk Around Rome
I arrived in Rome in the late afternoon to the notorious Roman rush hour, which after my training on the streets of Dar es Salaam and Addis Ababa was no problem. It was bizarre to drive around the landmarks and monuments with which one becomes so familiar through films and photographs. I drove around the Colosseum a good few times before making my way to my hotel, which was nearby. I parallel parked like a true Roman (with millimetres to spare) dumped my bags, and headed out into the night.
I set out to take in the sights, and dinner, and maybe a glass of wine or two. I made my way back towards the Colosseum from my hotel, which was a floor in an enormous, old apartment block, and on to the Altare della Patria, and then down the Via del Corso.
After a successful walk around the city I was up again early the next morning for round two, determined to get to the Vatican in time for a speech by the Pope.
By the time I got to the Vatican the mist was lifting on a glorious autumn day in Rome. The sunshine revealed St Peters in all its magnificence. Now, my religion is Alfa Romeo, but the Catholics really can lay claim to having the prettiest religion of them all. (Maybe 2nd after Alfa)
After a while in the city I was keen to get a little R&R in the countryside. I had been going non stop since I left Israel and I was looking forward to some downtime somewhere quiet, and I heard of a little town in the hills outside Rome, where a palace had been converted into a hotel, so on the evening of my last day I packed my car, fought the traffic again, and headed for Soriano Nel Camino.