Return to Rome

Sam finished up his summer session about a week ago and has been holed up in a hostel patiently waiting our arrival. Flights are running very full at the moment and the best we could get was flying together into Madrid and then splitting up, with two of us following into Rome a few hours later.

Joey and and I take the first shift and enjoy a nice trip with an entire row empty in front of us. This news does not please my fellow adventurers who were told at the gate that every seat was full so, no, they can’t switch to this earlier flight.

All is forgotten though once we touch down and catch the train into the city. There, waiting in there terminal for us is the man himself – Sammallama.

Our travel coordinator has planned a pretty packed itinerary for the handful of days we have here. Usually it’s me that drives everyone crazy to do things so I’m grateful for a little time off.