All Roads Lead to Rome
I write this standing at our kitchen counter in Rome (because that’s where the only outlet that works for our converter is located), in a thunderstorm, surrounded by a strong odour of drains, having learned that our flight has just been delayed. On this flight, David and I are seated in different rows, in middle seats, at the back of the plane. Can’t wait. Our travel travails began last week, with our train to Orvieto. It was ‘trains,’ actually, and buses; two buses and two trains. Google Maps had given us the route. We set out under the endless blue sky that greeted us every morning in Tuscany. This is Volterra's blue sky, seen through the Etruscan city gate; we stood under the same blue as we waited for the first bus in Colle. We made all the connections Google suggested. We hopped on the train to Orvieto with a minute to spare and went all the way to the front of the front car, looking for second class…and walked right into the ticket inspector. We pulled out our tickets. She ...
