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Viva Italia!
To be honest, I’m not even sure if “Viva Italia” is, you know, a ‘thing’ but I’m gonna run with it anyway because it seems to exude enthusiasm.
Which is fitting, really, because I’m really stoked to be here. Unlike our arrival in Barcelona, this afternoon’s arrival in Rome’s Fiumicino Airport was hassle-free. We were taken off the plane onto the tarmac in this brilliant lift contraption, escorted onto this private wheelchair-hoist-equipped shuttle bus, driven to the terminal whereupon we discovered our luggage and my wheelchair waiting for us. In one piece. Brilliant! We then took the Leonardo Express into town, where we were escorted and assisted every step of the way by helpful, friendly Italians.
It’s really nice when all your research and planning pays off. In this case, I’d pre-arranged the wheelchair-accessible transport at both the Airport and Termini station, and in both cases, it was immensely useful. So I’m currently feeling quite chuffed with myself really.
By the way, and this will sound incredibly ‘touristy’, but the Italians speak just like you hoped they would, as if everything they say is a description of their favourite Pizza. That beautifully jolly lilt is constantly present, and is truly a joy to listen to.
Whilst I’m really sad to be leaving our gorgeous Spanish abode in Barcelona, Helen and I are ready for new challenges. She’s currently stretched out on the bed, furiously plotting routes on the map, cross-referencing them with tips from Lonely Planet; one of her many talents. We’re both a little frazzled but happy.
Hope you lot are too :)
