We headed back to the Termini to buy fast track passes for the Colosseum. Oh, we only do that for high season. Hmm, the other thing I don’t get is why they tell you to buy things at their kiosk, but when you try to, they tell you to buy it from the bus driver… it’s very confusing.
Anyhow, we chatted with a nice couple from India while we waited, got on the bus and rode to Stop 3. We got off and were immediately set upon by one of a number of tour guides. The guide was not happy because he wanted to sell us a tour and we just wanted a walking tour. We were told to go to the right for the ticket booth. Ah, no, actually it was to the left, but we didn’t find that out until we had walked nearly all around the outside of the Colosseum.
As we were getting ready to go in, another guide stopped us and tried to pressure us into a tour, telling us that the wait was over an hour to buy tickets. Actually, it was less than ten minutes. We went through security, then got the tickets and went inside. We walked around and I quickly took Fred out for a couple of shots, then stuffed him away and put my phone into my pocket. Remember the pocket that I lost my wallet from? Yeah, the same one… this time it wasn’t my wallet, it was our ticket. We got to see the Colosseum just fine, but we couldn’t get into any of the other attractions.
Sadly, security’s reaction was isn’t that too bad? You have to buy another ticket… Yeah, well, instead of going back to the ticket booth with our receipt, TBG insisted that we didn’t need it and headed for the Palatino, which is what he really wanted to see. Nope, no tickee, no see-ie. We gave up at that point and just headed back to the bus stop. The ride back to the termini was fine, but I was starting to feel weird again. It seemed to take forever to get there, most of which I spent the time beating myself up. TBG said that was silly because it didn’t change anything and we still had a nice visit (do you see why I love this guy?). I’ve decided the only solution is to sew those pockets permanently shut.
We got to the termini and went in search of some sustenance. I was very hungry by now and didn’t want to go far. Nor did I want anything I’d had the day before, so we ended up at The Ultimate Pasta Company and I had a bowl of tortellini soup in a rich chicken broth. TBG had tagliatelle with a bolognese sauce. We ate and I felt much better.
Back to the hotel and this time it was me who crashed. I slept for nearly three hours and woke feeling sore but pretty good. A nice hot shower took care of the soreness and now I’m listening to TBG humming to himself. While I slept, he got us checked in with Swiss Air for our flights home.
Now we are getting ready to go out and do a bit of last minute shopping, so I will leave you here. I won’t be able to check in with you as we are out the door by 6:30. Thanks for joining us on our Italy holiday. I hope you had some fun, learned a thing or two and are craving pasta. Sweet dreams!