Roaming Around Rome

It feels like de javue all over again. We decide to head back to the port I stayed at last time I was in Rome, port Fumicino. Luigi welcomes us and squeezes us in a port that looks way too full. It is one of the few ports that there always seems room for just one more. He remembers my daughters and me from this summer. Of course, I remember all of his kindness to us.

Since I saw all of the star attractions just a couple of months ago, and Kip have recently been to Rome, we decide to skip the tourist destinations this time around. We head to the local gay beach for the day and have a delightful time kicking back and doing what Romans do. The beach is marked by tattered rainbow flags whipping in the off shore breeze. The beach starts out gay and as you head further south, it becomes a nude gay beach then turns into a nude straight beach. Everyone seems to get along fine. There is some drama going on with a couple of Italians yelling passionately at each other. We are not sure what they are confronting each other about, but we think the guy was taking pictures. It provides a brief diversion, and after all what would a gay beach be if it didn’t have at least a little drama to it. As always it was quite the adventure getting around town and finding the beach. This time it involved catching a bus, then a train and then a taxi to the beach. Coming back we found the bus back to the train station. Italy has nice sandy beaches and the sea is still quite warm. The weather has cooled a bit from the blistering days of summer, but they are still quite delightful. The next day we spent a day wandering around the city trying to solve my Internet problems. It proved to still be elusive for us to be able to connect to the Internet on the boat easily. I could get a connection in Italy, but not in France or Spain without paying roaming charges. So I have to wait a little longer. On Sunday, Kip says his last goodbyes and heads back home. Thanks Kip for coming, I enjoyed every minute of your visit.