On Wednesday a change in plans for the weekend presented themselves and I was busy arranging accommodation in Rome ( over a 6N weekend). No mean feat, but I did secure some in a religious community near to where my cousin and her husband were staying. This was a huge departure for me staying somewhere on my own during the night: something I haven’t done since 1987, when I was sent to Düsseldorf for a month with work.
The drive early Friday morning was easy until we were almost at my cousin’s house when our car was hit on the driver’s side by another car. Front and side air bags were deployed as, what felt like, everything happened in slow motion. Both Kevin and I were fine, although Kevin has bruising and light lacerations to his hands, and I had a bump to my nose.
The BMW emergency assistance contacted us directly, and all services required. I called my cousin to tell her what had happened. Kevin insisted that I still go to Rome and I was picked up and we travelled to Gatwick by taxi.
Kevin was his usual calm and reassuring self and dealt with the services, the insurance company and was kindly driven home by my cousin’s daughter later in the evening.
We arrived in stone after a slight delay and I’ll let the photos speak for themselves as we travelled around Rome to the Stadio Olympico, Trevi Fountain, Spanish Steps, Pantheon, and the Vatican. The weather was superb, company great and the food better than 7 years ago.
After four days, 75k steps and beautiful weather, with a bit of rugger thrown in, it’s been fantastic. Rome is a fabulous place to visit: the history, the sense of being comfortable there. I am now safely home, great to see everyone again, and the search for a car now begins – wish us luck!
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