Bill and I arrived in Rome on the 12th after a long, long day: 10.5 hour flight to Paris with a quick one hour rush-through-customs lay-over followed by a two hour flight to Rome. We arrived around 3:00 p.m. and quickly found a cab.
Any tiredness I felt quickly dissipated once we started toward our inn. People drive insanely in Rome. Our cab driver tailgated drivers within inches of their bumpers going about 85 mph. He weaved in and out of traffic like a driver in an action flick. It was frightening but kind of fun!
I knew we were staying near the Coliseum but I had no idea how close we were until I saw this:
|My very first photo taken in Italy|
Just around the corner was our inn, Nicholas Inn. I found it through a Rick Steves’ guide book. I did many, many hours of researching in order to find moderately priced lodging with good locations and comfortable rooms. My time paid off. Nicholas Inn is wonderful. It’s in a great neighborhood, centrally located and the owners are delightful. Melissa and Francois are a married couple who own the inn. She is American, from Chicago, who married Francois who is Italian. They are both warm, friendly and so accommodating.
Here is the view from our window:
|Notice the scooters. They sped by day and night.
And yes, we could hear them, but we liked it.
There was something so “Italian” about the sound.
It was actually soothing!
|A car so small you can park it perpendicular
to the curb. See the Mr. Hot Dog? Funny enough,
this isn’t the first place where we stayed
across the street from a hot dog joint.
The rooms are comfortable and clean. If you are the type of person who needs amenities that hotels provide like room service, flat screen TV, a gym, pool, etc. then the places we stayed are not for you. This is The Rich Life (on a budget) after all! Bill and I know that when traveling somewhere exciting like Italy, the time we spend in our room will be minimal, so three star is perfect for us. We had every need met, and could not have asked for a better stay.
Here I am in our room with a wad of euros. Remember way back in June when I posted about socking money away in my tea tin for “something special”? Well, this trip was that something. We took all the cash and exchanged it for euros at the San Francisco airport and used it to pay for a good chunk of the lodging for our three week trip.
We took a little time to get unpacked, showered and unwound before we headed out to explore some of the incredible Roman sights and have dinner. Of course, I took longer to get ready so Bill went out to find a market to buy me some Pinot Grigio and him, his first real Italian beer in Italy:
|A happy boy!|
And then we were out the door…