I finally arrived in much awaited Rome… and after a very “foggy” flight (I believe the last thing I remember was the in-flight safety tips) I opened my eyes in Rome. It was WONDERFUL to say the least. When I de-boarded the plane, I was nervous, more so, when I discovered I had to take a tram to the baggage claim. The ONLY prayer I had was that my bags were waiting for me when I got there. Apparently, the angels must have thought I had enough stress for one day and both of my bags were riding the conveyer belt just as I walked up to the baggage carousel. I grabbed my luggage and followed the herd to the taxi line outside, and I must admit, it was a lot less chaotic than I anticipated.
The cab driver was an older gentleman who pretended to know what I was saying, but in actuality, was only shaking his head and smiling… pretending to know. Guy, I INVENTED that trick, and naturally, he did not fool me with his “sneaky” antics. Anyway, I arrived at the Excelsior and, wow, I was blown out of the water, the bellman was attentive, the staff was overly excited to please me and the lobby was something out of a movie. As I approached the desk to check-in, I was told my room would not be ready until 2 pm (it was 9 am). I looked at the concierge with eyes of despair and a body screaming exhaustion, and LUCKILY he was able to read the “language” loud and clear. He told me to wait 5 minutes and my room was being inspected, 2 minutes later, he led me to the elevator. I was so thankful, MOLTO GRAZIE!
The cab driver was an older gentleman who pretended to know what I was saying, but in actuality, was only shaking his head and smiling… pretending to know. Guy, I INVENTED that trick, and naturally, he did not fool me with his “sneaky” antics. Anyway, I arrived at the Excelsior and, wow, I was blown out of the water, the bellman was attentive, the staff was overly excited to please me and the lobby was something out of a movie. As I approached the desk to check-in, I was told my room would not be ready until 2 pm (it was 9 am). I looked at the concierge with eyes of despair and a body screaming exhaustion, and LUCKILY he was able to read the “language” loud and clear. He told me to wait 5 minutes and my room was being inspected, 2 minutes later, he led me to the elevator. I was so thankful, MOLTO GRAZIE!
Suddenly, I learned that ringing was my room doorbell, yes, my room has a private doorbell… the bellman had been ringing for about 4 minutes until I finally realized what it was. It was pretty funny, lucking he thought so too! At the advice of a friend, I laid down for a 20 minute “cat-nap” and told Emanuele I would be outside shortly. He was so nice and continuously told me to take my time. Yet, I am not sure an hour and a half was what he meant… my 20 minute nap turned into a 40 minute slumber, my shower felt so invigorating it was hard to get out, getting dressed was a private fashion show and of course my 5 minute dance party, lasted 7 minutes. About an hour and a half later, I finally walked out of my room and met Emanuele and his friend Luca… on MOTORCYCLE SCOOTERS. I quickly realized I was probably not dressed for a casual ride on the back of a motorized vehicle, but I went with it… hey, when in Rome, right?
Ciao Bellos & Bellas,
Ali