On the Homeward Journey

Because the plane left Rome early in the morning, we got up at 4:30 am. The friendly worker at the hotel left the breakfast room open with some things that we could eat without cooking. It was nice to have a good start to the day. Fifteen minutes before the taxi was to come, he called to let us know that he was on the way. We gathered our things and met him downstairs. I was so relieved to get that call and to see a cab pull up to the curb. We sped through almost deserted dark streets toward this airport. It was early enough that the metro was not yet running. I am also glad that he knew where we were going. The driver did not speak much or little English, but I believe he understood a bit.

We have not had to go through much TSA inspection in recent years, but here we had to do a bit more as they did not have our history in hand. All went as planned so it was nice to get on the plane and leave on time so we could catch the plane in Frankfort headed to Chicago. As we were waiting in Frankfort a worker there asked Leroy, “Sir, how long have you been traveling with this woman?”

To which Leroy laughed and said, “A long time!”

She then wanted to know how long we have been together. She was impressed with the 46 years answer.

While we were on our trip, a person in each of the three couple celebrated a birthday. I thought it was rather nice that Leroy toured the Vatican on his birthday. I call that enough present for one day.

Paula