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| Ciao Roma! |
Our last morning in Rome, and in Europe.
We rode to the airport in a taxi with the windows down, Italian pop blaring on the radio, threading through the heart of the city past the Colosseum, the Roman Forum, the Aurelian Walls and Circus Maximus. It was an entirely unplanned farewell tour, and it was perfect.
And just like that, the Festival of Fifty comes to a close.
Is it frivolous? Perhaps, on paper. But we are acutely aware that we live a privileged life, and we take none of it for granted. Firmly in the second half of our lives now, the sense that time is finite and genuinely precious is harder to ignore. We can't take anything material with us in the end — so we committed, instead, to memories and to the people we make them with. This trip delivered both in abundance.
Today we begin the long journey home. Barring disasters, we'll leave it right here.
For the detail-oriented reader: a taxi from central Rome to Fiumicino is a flat €55 and runs 30 to 40 minutes. Airport security was swift — five minutes, with the new machines that mercifully allow everything to stay in your bag. The dreaded EES at Fiumicino on a Sunday morning, queue joined at 9:10am, took thirty minutes despite looking considerably worse. It kept moving. There is hope.
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| The gorgeous breakfast room |
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| I've never had a fountain with my breakfast! |
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| A few reminders that you are in Italy |
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| Nutella |
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