Rome Day 4 and departure for Otranto

I had been dreading this day since I got off the metro with my humungous suitcases.

I thought perhaps i would walk to the Termini rather than take the metro, thinking it would be too complicated to go through again. I started out, but neglected to consult my map. As a result I got turned around by the next block. Thinking that I knew my way was a mistake. Got out my trusty map and checked my bearings. Walked back to the metro station and gave in. I took the elevator down. I had only one small set of stairs to drag up both suitcases, about 14 steps, so that was not too bad. The rest was all escalators. The train station is very well laid out, and I found the departure track very easily.

The train itself, the FrecciaArgente, was nice and clean. I had a guy across from me who was addicted to his cell phone and had to be calling on it constantly. Apparently he didn’t buy the right ticket, and I understood enough Italian to hear the porter tell him he should have bought the right ticket at the beginning of the trip in Rome, rather than then, with her. He had to pay her an extra 25EU. He was embarrassed and said that he is getting reimbursed for it anyway and it was no big deal. After she left, he called someone and told them he had to pay extra. I thought that was funny.

Throughout my trip, I have been paying attention to the female and the roles she is playing in this society. She really does have a lot of power here. It’s quite interesting to see, because the average female does not seem to be aware of it.

Arriving in Lecce (pronounced Laycheh), we had a cab driver named Guido, who took three of us, another Julia and Robert Solomon to Otranto. It was an interesting cab ride in that it reminded me of the driving in Cairo. Lines were decorations on the road, and if you could pass someone you did. Speed and the proximity of the car in front of you did not seem to matter. He was a good driver for sure, because we got to Otranto safely.

Dagmar and Paola met us near the Castello, and Dagmar walked me to my flat. Twenty five stairs straight up to a flat that is on the primo piano in the old wall. I loved it!

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