And it rained and rained and...

Well, it has been a little damp, that's for sure. We haven't let it stop us from doing stuff, but there are some sick people around us who haven't been that careful about covering their orifices when they sneeze & cough, and so I now have a sore throat, butg hey? Aperol spritz at 3.00pm will fix a lot of things...

On Friday Mr G and I joined some other intrepid souls at the Vatican Museum at 0800 for our 4 hour guided tour - hilariously there were some groups who came through right behind us who had allocated 30 minutes to do these whole museum, and one day to do Rome. We're on our 4th visit and every single time we find different things to do - admittedly there are some things worth doing more than once, like the Pantheon, especially if it wasn't raining through the nine-metre hole in the roof on the  previous visit, but really - one day? No way!

Anyway, on Saturday we gave the knees a workout at the Colosseum - yes, 2nd visit, but this time with a tour of the underground, and access to the highest levels, both of which are not generally accessible.

And then yesterday, after an excellent lunch of rigatoni with veal sauce across the River in Trastevere, we did this:

Calcio. I may never be able to look my ladies literature and sewing circle in the eye again.

Come fly with me...

Yes, Gentle readers, I am lucky enough to be getting on a plane this morning & flying off, with the charming and erudite Mr Golightly, to the eternal city, Roma, Rome... again.  It doesn't seem more than about ten minutes since we were there last time, and maybe because we'd been before (yes, alright, twice), the usual mad scramble that is us packing was not quite so scrambled; there was no fleeting unpleasantness caused by Mr Golightly's short-sighted insistence on bringing his favourite green shirt (age 268 years, state of decrepitude, extremely advanced) , everything went smoothly, and here we are at the airport, waiting to board in good time.  Even the check-in queue was zero people long. So, in my experience, this means it's going to rain the entire time we're away.

We have a list, this time.  We're not just going to wander the streets with our mouths open like we did last time, we've got a cunning plan and the list:  Hadrian's  villa, the Appia Antica, The Vatican Museums, the basilica, maybe a few catacombs. I deliberately packed 15 pairs of socks , undies and enough bras to outfit a girl's school, so that no time is wasted in the lavendaria, and I fully intend to not do anything more domestic than make my morning coffee. We may also go to another city for a few days, depending on how the spirit moves us; after hanging around Hong Kong airport for six long boring hours, some Italian fresh air could be just the ticket. I'll keep you posted. Ciao!

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