Ciao Rome!

I was packed and ready to go. I had my white Armani tracksuit on, felt entirely comfortable and cute, two words that usually never go together. The driver showed up outside the loft building right on time. We made our way into the airport 4 hours early. Picked up our tickets to Paris, through security and up to the Admirals club. Then J and I played cheesy board games to past the time. Cheap ones that where obviously a contribution and not for children. We boarded the flight, this flight would be especially a whole new experience. I have flown first class a dozen times before but never international. It was a lot better then what I expected and the trip seemed to fly by and not drag with personal TV's filled with current movies. A nap here and next thing I know we are landing into Paris.

First thing I notice is all the terminals looked like oval pods. Exposed exterior and English was the Spanish in America. I was now the foreign person which I later would find to be frustrating and difficult. A short time in Paris without having been lead to a flight on Alitalia to Rome. We boarded the flight and two things hit me and hard. A) This plane was dark green head to toe, from the seats to the eyeshadow of the flight attendants. B) There was a 400 pound Italian man sitting in our row. FUCK! The J being the best opted to sit next to him. God bless him. The ride over was blah, the fat man who I renamed Big Papa kept falling asleep and snoring loud only to be awoken when food or drinks where being served. The flight was short and next thing I knew we where landing and exiting onto the runway and onto a bus to the terminal. It was interesting seeing a huge diversity off people. After walking out with our bags of course some Italian officer calls out to me asking me something. I replied of course "Im sorry I don't speak that language." He asked me where I was from. I didn't want to sound all Miss America and say the United States Of America so I said "The States" He touched my suitcase and let me go. The driver picked us up and we loaded into the back of his car. Now I knew Rome and Vespas had a connection but I couldn't begin to imagine how many people drove them. There where hundreds of them flying passed all over the place. I thought how scary would it be because cars and scooters where just all over the road. The native was nice he gave us an unofficial tour once we entered the actually city. He pointed out important Rome spots and told us a thing or too. We reached the hotel and the outside impression wasn't so great it was on the conner and heavily bust street.

Once inside the OH's and AH's began we checked into one of thee most beautiful hotels Rome offers. The St Regis Grand. The interior was vintage. From the huge chandlers to the cool iron gate elevators. Scattered throughout the halls vintage pieces of furniture and pictures huge up. The inside was a lot more cleaned and polished then the outside. We where told we had to wait an hour because our suite wasn't ready yet. This would be totally worth it after eating lunch. At lunch I was beyond exhausted staying awake was now becoming a effort. It was Thursday for Rome but for me it was still Wed night, I hadn't slept long on the flight down. Hour later exhaustion was kicking into overdrive and staying awake was now a fight. We where lead up to the room which was in the end of a hallway. Walking in I thought to myself this is by far the nicest hotel room Ive ever seen. From that point on no hotel room had impressed me they just don't do it for me. But this was beautiful. The sun shine in through the white curtains, The chandelier eliminated the walls which had white bold moldings of shapes. The furniture where pieces of art. The bedroom was amazing! A huge Kartell like chandler stood away the bed. The bed was half the room. Overlooking a huge work of art leaning onto it. The bed was calling out to me. I couldn't resisted and insanely I was taking a nap.

That night we woke up and roamed a bit of Rome. The Castle St Angelo, The Trivi Fountain and The Vatican (things we would revisit the next day in daylight) Then we retired to our hotel bed and where off to sleep.