I arrived at the Florence airport with no incident. That morning I packed up the last of my stuff trying to make sure I would have the simplest flight home as possible, ironic I know, but that was my goal. I had just a small carry on and a small checked in bag. I always get little butterflies when I travel about everything that could go wrong; is my bag overweight? Will I have trouble at security? What about my connecting flight? What kind of fees will I have to pay for those changes? What if my seat mate wants to talk the whole time? So I try and come up with contingency plans before I even leave my house (Can you tell I have had traumatic flights before?).
Rome - a romantic city full of beautiful monument, wonderful sites and amazing food right? Wrong. I have now been to Rome three times, and not to be a downer but it tops my list of worst Italian cities I visited just under Pisola (probably the best- worst getting lost story ever) and Naples. Now I gave it multiple tries, I did a day trip there with school, I went for four days with my mom and now last weekend, and I think I can safely say, Rome is not for me. Now I am sure that it could be all fine and well for other people, but here is why I would just be really ok with not going back.
