Sunday, July 9, 2023

The sleepwalker in me

 


We’ve arrived in Rome after nearly 12 hours of flying. Leaving at 4:00pm on a Saturday night meant that despite our best intentions to sleep, we all were awake for the first leg to Reykjavik. With the time change, we arrived early Sunday morning. Sleeping too much on the next flight to Rome would make it challenging to adjust the first day, not sleeping would make us zombies. It turns out that splitting the difference is horrible too. It’s been awhile since we’ve done this.

 

Dazed and confused, we sleepwalked to our apartment in Rome. We travel light, but Dinah still pointed out that this is more of a paincation than a vacation as she struggled with her backpack and the astonishing heat. It’s worth noting that she packed way too many stuffed animals, similar to the mistake Daniel made last time we were in Italy

 

Our host Maurizio met us and we all sweated together as he introduced us to our place. We’re now armed with neighborhood maps and his favorite places, plus our own greatest hits from Rome. And a full night of sleep.


Death march to our paincation

Should be sleeping, but Greenland is too pretty to miss

Zombies asleep on a train

The payoff of Rome in the morning


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