Italian hiatus

At Roma Fiumicino Airport. Milan Malpensa beats it any day. However, very nice internal subway system...troubling administration of "delayed" notices on flights. We're delayed about an hour...no hurry, no worries, a relaxing break.

I must say I am met by flashes of awe though...that this is "happening." I've travelled on my own extensively, but still, every now and again of being but a dot on the great big globe. And yet I am sitting, with my backpack, in Rome, trying to teach myself some primitive Arabic, sweating like crazy in my EMS boots, khakis and teeshirt...only to have to cover up soon in my long sleeve red and white striped oxford for that lurking "Arab world." Buhahha. I love it.