We arrived in Roma after the wonderful nine hour Airbus 303 cattle call. The plane actually had about thirty empty seats. Forget about the free wi-fi, what you need for these long trips is a Propofol IV Infusion. Short of total intravenous anesthesia, nothing can blunt the pain of having some elderly Delta-Dawn blowhard talk for seven hours to a complete stranger in the row behind us at 65 decibels. I now know more about her life than I do CP's. She spoke with a southern-whine that bypassed my cerebral cortex and drilled into my brainstem like retinal angiography. Her bloviating wit managed to clear out the other three passengers in her row allowing her to stretch out for a one hour nap after the eighty one year old ex-pat guy she was talking to feigned death. Rows ten to twenty would have gladly dropped the loud-ugly-american out the door over the Azores but we all held our tongues till we were on the airport tram where we all let out a group WTF. Luckily, Delta-Dawn was in the next tram and couldn't hurt us any more.
It's raining and cool here in Rome. We had a nice nap and are sitting on Ben's patio just enjoying the eternal city.