1AM? Sure, why not. Up an at 'em. So much for beating the jet lag. Julien has been tearing through the Wheel of Time books, so he spent the wee hours reading or playing games on his iPod, while I blogged and channel surfed.We had a 10:45 train to Venice to catch, but we figured we could squeeze in one more sightseeing expedition. What better place than the Trevi Fountain, where we could toss in coins and guarantee our return? So we went to the Spanish Steps. I'm kidding, we went to Trevi Fountain.
It's a shame, we walked right by this spot so many times, and never saw it at night. It was kind of a let down during the day. We got down to business and flipped our coins in.
Julien's coin bounced off the edge and in, so he wanted a do over. I said, "We've spent enough on the coin tossing game, now pose with your father!".
It was 7:30, and we headed back to pack. Goodbye SPQR!
We stopped for a quick Red Bull and chocolate croissant for Julien - I'll pause while you regurgitate your last meal...... ...and I had a rather nice cappuccino.
All of our clothes were dirty by now, and I had resorted to hanging my sweat soaked shirts to dry by the window. We had scouted out a laundromat a few blocks away that opened at 8, so I threw our soiled clothes in the bag I got at the grocery store, and booked it over there. Meanwhile, Julien had some more breakfast and reading time.Hustle, hustle, hustle, go, go, go! Oh, bon giorno Captain Abs!
The laundromat was run by a very sweet, short, and round man from Bangladesh. I wish I got his name. I'm going to call him Lebron. Lebron moved to Rome 10 years ago, and speaks 3 languages. His english was better than mine. I thought it was a self serve place, but he said he did the laundry, and for my two loads, it would set me back €11. I asked how long, he said 2 hours. I told him we were trying to catch a train, and would it be possible to have it done in an hour? Lebron said 1hr10min. Deal! I paid him €13, and headed back to the hotel for breakfast.I had some yogurt, toast with cheese, coffee and juice. The juice was red, but the sign hanging on the dispenser said "Orange". I doubt they served up that much blood orange juice daily, so I'm not exactly sure what I drank every morning. Well, the view sure was nice.
We got to Lebron's joint by 9:30, but he said to chill for a few while the dryer did it's thing.This guy looked like a Sean Haworth / Ben Procter love child. Sorry, art department inside joke.
Every chance he got...
Folding our clothes was like a game of hot potato, but they were clean, all accounted for, and completely dry. Lebron hooked us up.Clothes packed, we continued on our way to the train station just a few blocks away. Target acquired. Ack! The girl from Poltergeist!
We made it past her without being sucked into the light. Onboard we settled in, and were under way right on time.
That last photo was of this mom sitting across from Julien. I took it because she reminded me of Rachel's mothering super powers. She had a few phone conversations, she prepared a combination of school lessons and writing games in a blank notebook for her girls, she slogged through 3 passenger cars to the dining car to place a lunch order with her daughters, and went back later to pick it up. To get there, one would have to climb over and around people's luggage. The train was rolling along and was like being on a boat; there were tons of elbows and feet to bump into and trip over. She made the round trip twice with both of her precious but rowdy little girls, and she never lost her cool. She served up lunch for the girls, and oh yeah, her husband. The lug just sat there playing with his phone. Uhm, yeah, the lug reminded me of me, too. The topper was when I saw her break out a needle and thread and mend something for one of the kids. Incredible. I can already hear Rachel humbly saying she couldn't do all that, but she does do all of that and more. All the time. She's my hero.
This post has almost been lost a few times now, so I'm going to try to send it off before disaster strikes. I sent a post earlier describing the problems my blog hosting site is having, but that post hasn't showed up yet and seems to have been lost in the ether. Here goes...Next, we arrive in Venice, and are welcomed by the rain.